the Woman

the Woman

 

 

 

 

on the table

by the broken shards 

of the mirror

 

reflections of you in pieces

the gun still warm

your heart grown cold

 

the moon has been assassinated

a mourning glow 

passes through the blinds

 

a palpable whodunnit

but first a victim is sought

you can't bury the moon's body

 

unless the sky clears

and the jilted lover

looks up

 

with guilty conscience

fingerprints on the revolver

and the missing poem found

 

near the keys

but nearer the blues.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/24/22

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow... a mystery to solve... if only in your mind. Even Monks
in their Monastery in the Himalayas... find dreams that linger in the Spring
when Blue birds sing of lost Love and they become the Mourning Dove.
Misery is an unsolved Mystery. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind and poetic review, Pat,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I'm glad I have no woman problems. My wife has a problem but she mostly tolerates me. :) The baby keeps us both busy. My little honor student just entered a national art competition through her school. So this guy who shot the mirror and the moon, I hope he avoids seven years bad luck. It isn't very lucky to take a shot in the dark. I enjoyed the read. F.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Fabian,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

and the jilted lover has this scenario returning like a bad case of indigestion.
acid reflux

some things aren't forgotten with time.
the woman's gone but the poem stays

Second stanza is great J. Good job done.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris,
j.