his bed

his bed


spindly little flower
she's a rose in dreams
the gardener calls,
she raises her head,
the petals unfold

she is love,
she blushes
he clips her wings
her thorns ache in his memory
the petals close

she's a rose
                    in dreams.



erin-cilberto
2/14/17

Reviews

[AYVID N]

How beautifully you have encapsulated a woman's entire story in these few lines. To me it feels like it could be every woman who goes through this. This poem touched my heart so...

[Isabella Ivy]

Awwww. Simple sweetness. Just lovely! Thank you for letting me read :) I.I.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your reading and your kind comments on all of my works, I.I.
j.

[Isabella Ivy]

They are well deserved :)

[B]

That's beautiful
That man brave enough to hold a rose
Without breaking anything
In his bed
It takes a real man to do so
This is a very touching piece for me

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Solo.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW....the metaphor blew me away in this one, Jacob. A woman with dreams that soon turn to dust because she gave it all to a man who did not deserve it. Too many fall victim to this. They can only be happy in dreams.....tragic really. Great write. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.

j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Oh, the memories life bequeaths us. The weight of your words fall heavy, Jacob. Such a stirring piece, and so lovely!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kelly.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I imagine this was my dad every night he went to bed after my mm passed away.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, mine too, Dale...

and somehow he is still going at 97...although a shell of what he once was, his purpose mute.

j.