raging with each heartbeat

raging with each heartbeat

 

 

tantrums 

of ripping out pages of my life

lighter fluid splattered

on the days to forget

the burning memories 

charcoal briquettes 

engaged in battle

the flames rise higher 

than my aptitude

 

for reasoning love 

and spelunking the darkest 

intimacy

 

that caused me to disdain the moon

see the reflection on the pond's glass night

 

and finally understand 

why the tips of the blaze

color themselves blue,

 

smile, while

counting the pages

with me.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/19/2021

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Let it go, let it go, let it melt like winter snow.

Betrayal sucks, always will. That's what this poem reminds me of.

Let those pages that still bother be put on the bonfire of history.

The blue is the hottest part of the flame. Strange that isn't it when blue is the colour we feel when things are upside down and inside out?

Felt the heat of the rage here J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Chris,
j.