the skin speaks a certain language

the skin speaks a certain language

 

 

 

between cells,

communication through a wall of brick intimation

is mortar to martyr the heart

gladly, a life given for a last meal---

of passionate entree

 

dessert won't really matter

i'll have excused myself from the table

long before it's served.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/21/19

Reviews

[Verse]

Oh, I have been there. A giant wall, and two good people on either side of it.

Your verse has the patience of a story in the economy of a poem. I was drawn in from the mention of skin, and moved by the empty place at the table.

What deep imagery, a martyred heart.

Sending you the kindest thoughts, gentle writer. :):)

V

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Verse.
j.

[john l smith]

My problem is much too often, hanging around for desert
You don't know what you are missing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe i should stay longer....oh well...thanks, Dave.
j.

[Lorry]

Ah, but for a taste of that sweet ambrosia, never forgotten. I am wondering if this is your or her heart that bricks and mortar now protect, from even looking at the menu to see what is on offer.
I too, am not a desserts fan, much prefer a quick bite than a banquet, but that's just my own laziness :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, and the smile, Lorry,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Brick wall disclosures. Unpalatable. Desserts definitely off the menu. I would imagine the main course took a bit of processing as well. Clever write Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Chris,
j.

[kentuck14]

J.
I don't know if you've been to Gee's page and read his poem "Popularity Before Honesty." As an English prof, your thoughts would be valuable. There is quite a dicussion going on . . .an important one I believe.
Tom

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, I read that one a couple weeks ago and left a long review...then added some more...
appreciate the heads up..
thanks, Tom,
j.

[Shep]

you must eat at my sister's house to write this poem for is surely the worst cook in the world. trust me on that one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, thanks, Shep.
j.

[kentuck14]

J.
I must admit to feeling a vortex upon reading this poem. I don't sense that things worked out well for the persons in this poem!!!! That 2nd stanza is truly clever.
T.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Tom.
j.