Table for One

Table for One

a fixation

on your poem

a goodbye on the morning table

a kitchen full of blues

you didn't need to sign

unknown author

is familiar to this hungry heart

who will pass on breakfast

I just wanted a little sugar for my coffee

and an extra napkin

but you had little to give

and much to access

most of the furniture is gone

the house bleak with emptiness

but I am swimming in its luxury

I like alone

when it means being without you

and blues turn red with envy

and bitter tones

because I'd rather make my own eggs

than be with you.

erin-cilberto

7/16/22

Reviews

[JE Falcon]

Well worded, well said, lots of visuals scattered around the room. But what about the coffee? How bitter without the sugar and such a mess without the napkin. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Can't deny your insights, JE,
thank you,
j.

[redzone]

there was no "dippy" in those dippy eggs she made you, just rubbery and cold.... I feel a bitter sadness in this poem Jacob..... bitter in the way she left (a poem with no name); but I sense a sadness in the "alone" the eggs may have been done better, but no more conversations, not even a fight, just gone and now alone.... I think it was Albert King who sang about the "reds" contained in the "blues"....

anyway, sometimes well cooked eggs is worth the price of "sitting alone".... nicely penned Jacob!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, yes. so accurate...thank you, curt.
j.

[Temperance]

Bittersweet I say to making your own eggs. Unrequited love is so hard to bear at first. I sense the other party is not giving an inch nor being hospitable. So sad but, I get the impression the protagonist is slowly finding his path. Thanks for sharing. Temp

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding review, Temp,
j.

[Temperance]

You're welcome!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I never cared for dining alone. If I must, I'll eat in front of the T.V. My cat used to sit beside me on the couch and hope for scraps. It was a crazy Siamese that always preferred human food to his cat chow.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Siamese are like that...very different, they do think they are humans.

[Patricia Wedel]

Deviled eggs are best eaten with Tabasco sauce...
It may have a way of giving you a Boost...
Nice to have a Roost to Recover from the Blues.
tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the devil always makes me do it.
thanks, Pat,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Touché… my friend Pat

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Yes it’s nice to be alone if you try to work it out and it’s not a perfect match just cracking two eggs and toasting two breads and washing up for one is nice
Been there too

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like your reply better than the poem,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes it is easier to live apart, when you are clearly not on the same page. Less stress all round. Great metaphors J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, less stress...
thank you, Chris,
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Wow. Is there a class I can take to think like you write? The eggs got me, but the kitchen full of blues definitely gets an honorable mention for metaphors ever written! My best, always.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kelly,
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

To me I see a person trying to stave off the hurt of rejectionn by trying to convince themselves it was their idea. Well done sir

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your comment, Cowboy.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

It is difficult when two people become too different to live in the same house Jacob.
"when it means being without you
and blues turn red with envy
and bitter tones
because I'd rather make my own eggs"
I do understand the above lines my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry an your thoughts.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for getting me, Coyote...I know I am a bit out there.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did Jacob and you are welcome.