Station to Station Love

Station to Station Love

 

 

anemic fingers

move more slowly than the memories

of you

leaving me nailed

to the keys

 

my cross

my Calvary

no Samaritan

 

to warn me

or help me carry 

my now-wooden heart.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/1/19

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I am thinking she is standing right behind you slapping you across the top of your head with a smile and a head shake treasuring that heart as we speak good sir :) awesome write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Bb...but now my head hurts...she slaps hard.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Doesn't take too long to reach that last station where our heart turns into wood, or perhaps we miss some stations in between...
This one created a heaviness in the air while I read. Nicely worded, as always, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Yumna...
j.

[andrew mitchell]

The title reminds me of David Bowie’s Station to station. Even when our music heroes die there is a loss for the fans. Being a Bowie fan myself. But I know this is more along the lines of love lost and the images of a loner come through going it alone.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i loved Bowie as well, so sad he's gone...thanks for the words, andrew,
j.

[kentuck14]

I hear some of the parochial school training there, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i guess it just follows us around...and shows up in our poetry...can't help it.
hope you are well, Tom,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Love is a compelling compromise...
with a death defying challenge...
A dogwood tree is a symbol of a
broken wooden heart. Amen... truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Pat,
j.

[apennylate]

Title was eye-catching...
Anemic woodenness and a good Samaritan nowhere to be found...
Unlike how we are taught to read stories, there is not always a main character in reality...
Sometimes just shadows...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes yes, that is all there is...
thank you, Silente,
j.

[apennylate]

A pleasure, was a very powerful read and lesson to be learned within reviewing...

[Lydia Shutter]

It is said we all have a cross to bear. I think for many of us it is a lost love. Either the one who got away or the one who never was. As we grow older, do we really remember them accurately? As our fingers move more slowly do our minds embellish the memories? A very sad write. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Chris Shaw]

Hampered movements, your fingers don't type as quickly as old memories flood through of someone special. Maybe you are writing poetry about her. Someone who has left your heart suffering. You have your own cross to bear and no one can help you. This speaks to me of a relationship you have not been able to get over. That's how your lines come through in this nostalgic and sad write. Steeped with religious references.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind and insightful words, Chris.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah how we Catholics suffer and the stations of the cross, those rich rituals designed to keep us in worship are applied to that love in another quite superb allegory. The church the solemnity the cold sadness of it all.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John.
j.