pretty little blanks

pretty little blanks

 

 

love on Blind Street

seeing-eye emotions

trap

hearts sideswiped

the cane smeared with blood

 

but somehow you keep walking

into more traffic

a silhouette in moonlight

dark glasses readjusted

 

cacophony of sound

senses alert

another beauty walks by

the cars stop

momentarily

 

and then it all begins again.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/17/23

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

One of my favourites of yours J. Clever, well crafted write, funny but sad. Yes we are all driven and through our eyes we see. Easy to fall in love but compatibility is never put on show hence it’s all about trying to tie those loose ends to become a knot that lasts. Maybe that’s why they say it takes two to tangle in this case rather than tango. Your line Love on blind street reminded me of the Doors Love Street.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, andrew,
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Yrs love is blind. but I enjoy most when I can't see.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I used to be so blind with love...and got taken many times...then I got strong glasses...now I hide out.

[Troy Henson]

A thought provoking write Jacob. I guess interpretation could be varied but for me the metaphor of making mistakes, small learnings from each but as we learn the continual walking back into traffic still exists. The learning continues

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Hi Troy, thanks for stopping by this morning...yes, the learning continues...and that traffic just keeps running us over.
j.

[Farjana Chaity]

The cycle of encountering new experiences and emotions is beautifully encapsulated in the closing lines, where life's cacophony continues, briefly interrupted by moments of connection.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Chaity...
j.

[hiren]

This is the world war 3, more than a kurukshethra who is going to kill own family. Look at inner self, will be ashamed of yourselves gem, b******s. No worth the time has come to kill evil whoever maybe even if it the family itself.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, hiren,
j.

[Ken e Bujold]

very alluring, this gem is sly, playful, and quite a thought stirrer.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ken.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Well, you are pure hell with metaphors. Blindness is the big one here, blindness leading to repetitious romantic disasters. Somehow you keep walking into more traffic. It all begins again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, John.
j.

[Keagen Cole]

I like how the verses tap into two different moods without faltering on their message. As a person with hereditary Myopia, I can somewhat relate to this, although I may never truly understand what it will be like to be partially sighted. The title confused me at first because of the contradictory mood that it set for the rest of the poem, but it certainly is worthy of notice nonetheless.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Keagen, for your kind review,
j.

[Keagen Cole]

anytime, J. ;3

[Stella Armour]

How frustrating to be partially sighted.
Seeing just enough to tempt you whilst others enjoy the full view.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Stella,
j.

[AYVID N]

"but somehow you keep walking
into more traffic
a silhouette in moonlight
dark glasses readjusted

The analogy is brilliant! The humor is tops. Marveled, how do you think of it, everytime. You're the best, my friend. Just loved it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Divya,
j.