indignant flowers

indignant flowers 

 

 

livid lips

caress anger's skin

melting lava lungs breathe

fire across a skeletal acceptance

 

he's left her decomposed

she is the bones of his heart

and he, the autopsy that never answers her queries

as to why

he buried the good side of himself

so many years ago

 

when they promised plots

side-by-side 

after death did them part.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/9/19

Reviews

[Ryan I]

So sad and heartbroken. Thank you for sharing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ryan.
j.

[Neville]

when it hurts this bad, it is just like loosing yourself .. at least you know where ya stand when the good side is buried, tho when there is no movement of time, it just weighs heavy... I have been there..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks for your insightful words, Neville,
j.

[Lorry]

He buried the good side of himself so many years ago is the lone that bounces off the page for me Jacob. This screams of pain at being the one left to grieve and the bitterness and resentment at being left by a love that has no expiry date, yet shocks to the core that you can feel jealous being the one left to deal with the half a life without them.
No matter what the topic you choose, a picture of thoughts always emerges from your words to the reader, where we pick and nibble at the dots you join and feel pangs of jealousy as the scenes play out. From first to last, we wonder at the journey your words took, while a pang of childish jealousy screams "no fair! How does he do that?" :)
A writer very much comfortable in your own words.
Thanks for the free lesson :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Lorry,
j.

[redzone]

well Jacob, this poem woke me up this morning, now I am sleepless and thinking about corpses and the indignance that love takes when one side can no longer love... 'livid lips' /'angry skin', oft times can be the why, so too can be that 'plots' planned together change and death of the 'plot' follows.... making it even harder to love again...

I like those 2 lines "he's left her decomposed / she is the bones of his heart".... the anguish here is visceral Jacob....

so now that I am up and awake, guess I go get coffee and read more poetry.... ;0)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your keen insights, Curt...as always.
j.

[Stella Armour]

seems like there was no discussion as to why the lovely flowers ceased to bloom, one strangling the other for pride of place ?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like that...yes...thank you, Stella,
j.

[sette]

still the best writer in town had missed reading your poignant poems but then the idealistic side of me says that not even death can separate the love that binds the two hearts that is perhaps why i believe that there is life after death

[jacob erin-cilberto]

perhaps there is...thank you, sette, and it is good to see you here again.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

When they promised plots side by side, tells me this was once a very close relationship. The rest just speaks to me of a devastating split, a seismic shift in thinking. Excellent writing Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

insightful review, Chris, as always...thank you for your words,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This left me feeling devastated and bereft. You describe a scene like a coiled spring, the frustration, disbelief, feeling of being powerless and trapped with someone who seems to have changed for the worse. The first stanza made my chest burn as you so aptly describe feelings of anger in its physical manifestation Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, John...
j.