a black eye for hope

a black eye for hope

 

 

 

 

I breathe Black Eyed Susans

swaying

in that Northeast breeze

where the barbed wire fences

keep the memories

tucked away

 

like cows in a dry pasture

vacant of inspiration

to fill the pans

they just stare from their stalls

and udder poems

as they moo into the night

under a moon

one of them supposedly jumped over

 

in disgust of an earth

of barbed wire fences

surrounding the hypocrisy

that drains us all dry

of giving

 

even the Black Eyed Susans

no longer make me smile

I dreamed once

really dreamed

crawled through

and under 

that barbed wire

till I bled tears from the tears

in my heart

 

now like an apathetic animal

a dumb one who merely stands in the fire

and melts

 

I am dry now

that pasture looks enticing

I just want stare

chew on my memories

and be left alone.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/29/22

Reviews

[light and ashes]

I was really put off by this at first. It is a little different than what I'm used to reading from you, but as I continued I realized this was genius. In a way, we are all animals being led to the slaughter. We sometimes stare at our surroundings like animals that are deaf and dumb (like one without the ability to reason), and we even wonder why we do not act, 100.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your honesty, light. I appreciate you telling me you were put off by it at first.
read morethank you for your honesty, light. I appreciate you telling me you were put off by it at first.
But I am glad that it grew on you somewhat.
thank you,
j.

[light and ashes]

I was, but I changed my mind.
You are very welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

A very touching write J. That barbed wire causes pain. The metaphor here works so well. Those memories prevent the ventures into new pastures. Final stanza says it all. Really like this poem. The emotion comes through so well dear J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris...I have hopes that there is still something to my writing when I get responses like yours.
j.