the picture is crooked

the picture is crooked

 

 

 

the plaster is chipping and cracking

pieces falling to a welcoming, understanding floor

yet my heart is nailed over the secrets

behind the wall i built so many years ago

 

i can hardly remember 

why i am standing in this room

and why it was ever my favorite.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/21/16

Reviews

[D Connolly]

The floor being the grounding that we all come back to when our idealism loses its luster... After having a favorite, a room, a friend, a relationship, we step in one day to find that after neglecting the plaster on the wall, the only thing we have left to say is, "the picture is crooked".
This is so profound and relatable! Nicely done Jacob XOXO

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights and such kind words, D.
j.

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

This makes me thing of things of the past that used to mean so much to me but that now are reminders of the past I should forget and make me wonder why they ever meant anything to me at all. Feel this deeply.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, and for relating, Nadia.
j.

[barleygirl]

This is a well-written glimpse into a crumbling mind, whether by physical deterioration or simple distraction. I love the warmth conveyed about "a welcoming, understanding floor" & how this harkens to the comfort of reaching rock bottom sometimes. The final stanza is banging on every line.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your kind words, barleygirl,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

We remember in spite of ourselves. The secret wounds and the hidden hurts do not erode with time. Thing is, if we examine them closely, we realize they were not worth remembering. It's all in the perspective. Good one, Jacob. Lydi*

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, all in the perspective...thank you, Lydi...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Dear Jacob,

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! These presents of your writing can surely make a grown man cry.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year back at ya...Al.

j.

[Bala Gorthi]

This is beautiful Sir! I read volumes in this write.. It is not the picture or the falling plaster that really matters it is the base, the standing support, the solid make that makes the difference..
It is great pleasure to be reading your writes ...
Thanks for this write....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Bala.
j.

[cs richardson]

If only we could outlive ourselves. Stuff just keeps coming back.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insight, cs.
j.

[Valentine]

This made me think of the house my dad built and driving by it now, years later, strangers living there, I look at it and all seems so small. Inside walls have been knocked out and the stairway moved to a new spot. I wonder if the old toys my dad stuck above the ceiling when he was finishing the upstairs are still there. Thanks for the memory Jacob. Valentine

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, it would be so interesting to know if those toys are still there?
thanks for sharing your story, Kathie..

j.

[Michael X]

I like the clarity of the vision, it has a way of coming to life because the reader can easily grasp what is being spoken, speaks of lives that have drifted apart over time so powerfully and poetically!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Michael.

j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Deeply melancholy.
Maybe you came back for your heart.
A powerful offering, Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy.

j.