ephemeral flowers

ephemeral flowers

 

 

 

a postmarked stamp

the envelope on the coffee table

unopened

 

a vase of dead roses

watermarked

dated

 

love lived in this room once

a den of fairy tale arrangement

the love seat placed perfectly

between maybe and should be

 

the movers are coming tomorrow

you left several yesterdays ago

 

I am writing another letter

not sure to whom yet

and roses are not an option

this time.

 

erin-cilberto

11/23/22

Reviews

[Shawn Jahaffie]

the love seat placed perfectly
between maybe and should be

Very lovely couplet here. The switch to very formal language at the end stanza is indicative of the connection being severed. I love the phrase "To whom it may concern" to address an unknown but targeted recipient of the letter. Could be to no one at that address, could be to everyone, it depends on the airs of mood and whims of those present at that very moment. But it provides an "out" to those who might not want to hear it. Sadly that "out" is sometimes available only after a previous "out" should have been taken. The letter not sure to whom yet reminded me of it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Jon,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Loss permeates this work and the type of loss left to imagination which makes it more personal to the reader.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind comment, Winston,
j.

[John the Baptist]

I think all human love seats are placed between maybe and should be. The tension that constantly resides between those two terms is what leads to somber scenes like the one pictured here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding review, John,
j.

[Ciara]

It's a heart breaking scene. Losing those we love too soon. Anytime is too soon.
And it seems time stands still for a while. A free frame capture of their final moments.
The dead flowers the only evidence that time has moved on without them.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your insightful words, Ciara,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

When the things held important become useless. What is left?
"I am writing another letter
not sure to whom yet
and roses are not an option
this time"
The above lines closes a story Jacob. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Patricia Wedel]

There is a Country Song, “Just Give it Away”… However, I like yours better. Remembering the Song… “A Daisy a Day” is very nostalgic. Pressed among Rose petals where kisses lie until the Twelfth of Never. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, dear Pat,
j.

[Carola]

hi jacob, i agree with chris.
waste of time trying to rekindle an emotion that's faded away.
find a new love or remain solo.
there's myriads of interests, activities or sports to get lost in, & it wouldn't take long to be totally distracted from an unreciprocated relationship.
blue skies to you & have a great sunday.
cheerio carola

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true...thank you, Carola,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Seems to me that love and romance died with the roses and the poet isn’t prepared to go there again. This is a fairytale heartbreak. No happy ending. A change of scene might be a good option for the heart rather than a constant reminder of what turned sour. Sad poem J


Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris,
j.

[AYVID N]

The house seems to be falling to pieces. Desolate now and the remnants of those roses are better off cleared out and the movers take away anything left that could be precious. Perhaps, some day, another love may blossom there after a fresh coat of paint.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

perhaps...thank you, DIVYA,
j.

[lightsong]

"ephemeral flowers" new word to learn.

Love will stay, Love will linger, with and without flowers, ephemeral or lasting... another sentimental poem from your wistful creative pen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, lightsong,
j.