telltale keepsakes

telltale keepsakes

 

 

in the junk drawer,

my heart,

under old tattered scarves

and saddened lingerie 

 

memories of nights of silken wonder

texture of skin and bone

the revelations

in the junk drawer

 

forgotten taboos

the in-between relationship

the November kind of love

but you've forgotten

 

and put your mirror

on the other side of your vanity

and my face is no longer behind you

the arms of my echoed voice

 

whisper in muscled tones

but you're in a different room altogether

and i'm shuddering in the dark

 

of my own token loneliness.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/22/17

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

A Token of Love... a Cameo of nights spent...
Now tucked in a Drawer of silk scarves and
unmentionables... in blue. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words and bringing this poem back from the dead.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Jacob... WC puts older poems to the side and that is why I found it. An oldie but a Goodie,.. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

True, to the side but others often ignore those.
I find some really good pieces there at times...So I always look.
have a good eve,
j.

[Lyn Anderson]

There are some of those in-between relationships that, after the fact, become more important in our hearts and minds, making the feeling that we are forgotten by that other party all the more painful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, KL..

j.

[Nicole Laszlo]

It's funny how much sentiment we can find in objects. A mirror especially. How the sight of something can revive the senses of sight, touch, hearing and smell. A sad poem, to me. A longing one at that. I liked this a lot. Brought me into an old pair of shoes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so glad you could find a way to relate to this write, thank you, Nicole..

j.

[K. J. Joyner]

This made me feel wistfully sad. I'm not very good at critiques and reviews, though, so I'll leave it at that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, K.J.

j.

[James]

I can't think of a lonelier place than a junk drawer. That's where we toss things we don't use but think we might want to keep. sadly most of it gets tossed out with the spring cleaning.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really appreciate your insights, James..

thank you
j.

[Norman 223]

The memories of a treasured but unavailable past can often re-emerge for no apparent reason, which can make the experience so unsettling.
You brought this out so well with your poignant words Jacob.
N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Norman.
j.

[Norman 223]

The memories of a treasured but unavailable past can so often re-emerge for no apparent reason, which can make the experience so unsettling.

[Ruth]

Never has loneliness echoed so loudly.

"but you've forgotten
and put your mirror
on the other side of your vanity
and my face is no longer behind you"............only you could voice the moving on of someone so viscerally...wow...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Poppy...

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... the vanities of your heart can be a three-way mirror of past love.
It can be a gift to cherish and dream upon. The poetry bestowed touches my heart. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, i like your response..although looking in a one-way mirror for me is hard enough..
thank you, Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome. Actually your poem is meant to be tragic, however, I have had so much tragedy, I usually try to cherish whatever was worth saving in a
keepsake drawer. November and December love is mostly memories. truly, Pat

[Paul Bell]

Like this. It's like someone in and out of your life.
Not to bothered at first. But then the feelings get stronger. But she cools it. Leaving you totally despondent.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, that does happen....appreciate your insights on my writing, Paul.
j.