Leftovers Under the Bus

Leftovers Under the Bus

 

 

cellophane smiles

plastic wrapped insinuations

resolutions of dissolution

 

hidden in drawers of secrecy

as his love pours into Tupperware tepidness and

illusions of allusion

 

as love poems

write scabs over themselves, the scars

intrusions of confusion.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/20/19

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your brilliant title brings to mind possibilities, were we to take a gander at everything I've kicked under the bus over the years *wink! wink!* Your playful wordplay depicts the clutter vividly! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Margie,
j.

[Weeping willow]

Your words bring so much to mind, One of betrayal and no kindness in mind. People have a way of seeing only their way. cellophane smiles is a description of very plastic fake people. Nice write ;-]

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, willow...
j.

[jasper]

These are powerful although I had to read three times.
I love intrusions of confusion!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, jasper,
j.

[redzone]

two things came to mind while reading your poem Jacob... first came the saying "thrown under the bus" and its companion, "sold down the river", both expressions of betrayal and the inhuman way we treat each other both I love relationships and broader in society..

and then I was reminded of the song "Love Stinks" by the J Giles Band....

ah love! illusion's allusion and always confusion's intrusion....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Curt,
j.

[kentuck14]

It's the story of civilization: being thrown under the bus! It's nice to think that love poems can take away all rejection, abuse and pain . . . but like you say . . . they just hide it all!!!
T

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, and yes...they just hide it....
j.

[richieb]

Jacob,
Weather we throw people or trash under the bus, it is always a messy situation. Negligence and to a degree cowardice play into our actions. Another gem from the Master Wordsmith!
Peace,
Richie b.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, richie,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Somehow I get the feeling this is more than an anti-littering ad. Under the bus brings to mind being thrown under the bus, meaning being ditched or dumped unceremoniously. Here we are seeing memories of such a dumping, wrapped in symbols of refuse. The pain may be stored in "Tupperware tepidness," but it is still there, in hidden scabs and scars. Sometimes love really hurts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, John,
j.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

The proverbial pill, comes to mind. Adjusting to less than desirable circumstance.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your read and comment, Valormore...
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... many Moons ago, I was widowed...
We both worked in the same Company... a Co-worker
came to my desk in the following week after the
funeral service and interment... and handed me
a Band Aid... there were no words, but I was "touched deeply".
When a Love ceases to be... there is a wound that needs tending.
I understand that it takes time for healing. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am so sorry for your loss, Pat...and I appreciate your insights and sharing.
j.

[Gandré]

This is a fine poem, the imaginative approach, the last stanza.. I like the melodrama and how it was written from experience, one can feel it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Gandre,
j.