so near the flame yet so farA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
Holocaust flavors, burn the pit of the
stomach the angst of hate, leaves charred bones of
heart
rose colored glasses
melt encircled emotions of
love flare up like a wildfire and disappear just as
fast
remains of wedding rings
and abject things all that's left on
fingers twisted in ashed argument and now they all ponder
the blue tip of insanity sadly
stretching toward a dark night's intent,
the blackness envelops even the fond memories whisked away in solemn smoke entrails of a once
passion become burnt epitaphs blowing in a wistful wind.
erin-cilberto 4/22/17 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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16 Reviews Added on April 22, 2017 Last Updated on April 22, 2017 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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