spill

spill

 

 

drop me a line

into the soup

contract, murky manifestations of love

 

i am Campbell's confused child

you are my teacher,

but affections float like stale crackers

in my bowl of you

 

am i just an ephemeral lunch

a noon take-out,

or might i be an elegant entree

later when the magic wears off

the napkin is smeared with yesterday's old melodies

 

the paper smudged with doubt

i might wait patiently in the cupboard

 

or just reach my expiration date

prematurely...

like a song that spent only one week on the charts

then disappeared silently

into nothing.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/3/18

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

lovely metaphor for finished love like a main meal consumed, finished with a dab of the napkin then the plate of love is taken away.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.

[Ranger Kessel]

It is always a joy to check in on your page. I always walk away a little smarter. Brighter. Thanks for posting this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ranger.
j.

[R.E. Ray]

Though sealed in tin and wrapped with a pretty label, we're all consumable and recyclable. An odd takeaway, but that's what comes to mind. Always a mind-twisting adventure, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well, that is true...we are all recyclable...no doubt.
thanks, Robert.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used soup and life.
"i am Campbell's confused child
you are my teacher,
but affections float like stale crackers
in my bowl of you"
My favorite lines were the one's above. It seem, we are always waiting for someone to make love complete and right. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob. I enjoyed this poem.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love the third last verse the best
Very clever love it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie.
j.

[barleygirl]

This feels like “hide & seek” – the way your shy message peeps out & then retreats somewhat, over & over, the way it is when we try to get up the courage to go forth. Love the crackers & soup metaphor . . . this line is poignant: “the napkin is smeared with yesterday’s old melodies” . . . LOVE IT! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Margie.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW....this metaphor is superb! Too often this is the situation in relationships. One person waits on the sidelines till the other decides it is time to see him/her. The one waiting knows he/she should disappear, but just can't seem to do it. I've not had the time to read lately, but I am glad I took a few minutes to do so today, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi

j.

[John the Baptist]

To give affection while receiving mixed message in return can indeed make one feel like a leftover waiting in the fridge. If you alternate between an "ephemeral lunch" and an entree, you never know quite where you stand. Too often the expiration date comes and goes with no resolution. Sometimes the monastery doesn't seem like such a bad choice after all. Well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, John...always appreciate your visits.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Maybe your the next one to be chosen sitting inamongst all the others in the shelf- lucky lady would she be that the one who has chosen you- wonderful words🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kelly.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure always🌹

[Traci]

the napkin is smeared with yesterday's old melodies
the paper smudged with doubt

Many layers of emotions in this beautifully well written piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Traci.
j.