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and there were days

of wine and muses

and half-written poems

trying to sleep it off

 

in a somber, sober state

the lines straightened out a bit

but sweetly contrived hangover

addressed the unrequited love

 

and reasoned why

the other half of the verse

was a vacant side of the bed.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/20/22

Reviews

[redzone]

I like the way you use metaphor to explore the "empty side of the bed" state of being... I hate when my muse leaves me with half written poems and those fleeting moments where thoughts just disappear in thin air... I think though, that you Jacob will never really lose your muse, she must love you very much.... any chance you're willing to share??? er.... I mean another nicely written poem, please give her my regards....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I would be more than willing to share...if that were possible...I don't know where the words come from, they just come.
and there they are.
thank you,
j.

[Fran Marie]

Just like the inner turmoil of
those younger days of wine
and roses.struggling with feelings
pulling so many different ways
love can be a terrible empty hangover
Liked the great metaphor throughout
this one...nice work

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even the empty hangovers are worth the experience...thank you, Fran,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I definitely want to see a poem sleeping it off. Clever metaphor. Of course, there's always the chance that she's just in the bathroom.
W.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I thought I heard a shower going...that's where she is.
thanks, Winston...I will sleep it off, I promise.
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

That’s not the shower. :-)

[Relic]

That lonely tug is always in there like a cat with its paw tapping your arm. I've been there minus the wine.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and that hurts worse,
j.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

‘The other half of the verse was a vacant side of the bed’, this poem is so strong and beautiful, but full of sadness, and her strength for being able to persevere for so long. All of your words are so relatable, a sense that I’ve been somewhere similar before. Beautifully written poem about a lost love. Maybe not forever, though. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Vertigo,
j.

[Patricia]

Sad and lonely at any age but beautifully written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Patricia,
j.

[Stella Armour]

Ah, younger days, full of angst when we tried to understand not only ourselves but the hormonal urgings that we thought were love ...
Somehow , this poem makes me think of Leonard Cohen ....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is quite a compliment...thank you, Stella,
j.

[Stella Armour]

Always welcome my friend :)

[supernova_thoughts]

Beautifully written of love that is missed but far from reach. I felt this one. I hope you are doing well my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, supernova,
j.

[supernova_thoughts]

You're welcome!

[Chris Shaw]

Wine and muses. Story of a poet. It's not all wine and roses with romance. The bloody thorns have a habit of getting in the way. The wine can numb the pain. Like this one it dear J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very thoughtful reply, Chris, thank you.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Is the Bed half Full or half Empty…
There are unexplained Circumstances…
After I came home from Surgery in 2007, I saw beautiful Pastel lights in a large Sunlit Family Room. It was not coming in the Windows, but appeared moving across the Room. Our mind is capable of envisioning beautiful moments. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh that is such a cool story, Pat...
j.