a stone's throw away

a stone's throw away

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

a stone's throw away

 

 

 

diverted diamond

misdirection of feelings

a finger left unadorned

 

Love in white gold

lies in the ashtray

like a used up smoke

 

passion burned 

with intense intent

until it didn't

 

a diamond diversion

caused her distraction

forged love

stones cut in beautiful blaze

 

sever the amorous throat 

in 'twain

with blade so sharp

this diamond's sheath

is the crimson red

of her heart.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/20/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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I have walked that landscape ... it is a lonely desolate place to travel through ... attempting to reach the other side with sanity intact.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Thank you, Ted,
j.
A stone’s throw away can feel like the other side of the planet when two are not completely singing from the same hymn sheet. Heart, soul and mind otherwise love is doomed. I felt some pain here J. Beautifully penned.

Chris

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.
A stone throw away is still out of reach and that stone can break glass houses.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

I don't throw stones at glass houses, andrew, I live in one myself.
thank you,
j.
andrew mitchell

11 Months Ago

I was using a glass house as a metaphor for a broken heart. Oh well I got this one wrong . A house .. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

I got your metaphor, you can never be wrong with poetry...and my house has all its windows busted ou.. read more
I felt the pain in your words. I felt the passion evaporating and the pain setting in. Love bleeds so much. Till it goes bloodless and lifeless.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Thank you for feeling what I wrote,
j.
This poem could be the prequel to the song that begins, If you want to be happy for the rest of your life. I am pretty certain you know the rest, Jacob.

Winston

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Ah yes, Jimmy Soul...I do know the rest...
"and from my particular point of view get...."
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I read this from the point of view of the jewel. It wasn't love and passion, heartaches and human feelings that were constantly the objects of our main attention, but rather the objects that lingered and were left behind. We're seeing evidence to suggest a tale of unfortunate has occurred but knows little of what did transpire. It's as if we were trying to peer into a person's heart and were shunned away by said person out of their inconvenience, we were denied the details thus making it unique and imaginative.
The poem is as a puff of smoke from a burned cigarette, who smoked it? And with whom? We'd never know, and the air of transient mystery arouses our mind to explore the tale of our individual desires and lead to individual interpretations. Wonderous.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Thank you for this kind and insightful review, Stu.
j.
jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

I like that read from the point of view of the jewel.
I may use that idea for a sequel poem.
Stu. T.H.

11 Months Ago

Sure thing, I look forward to seeing that idea manifested as another wonderful work of yours~!
A collector of love-worn hearts that give Jewels to compensate… friendship becomes a Broach of Diamond ♦️ endearments. gently, Pat

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Thank you for your words, Pat,
j.
Sharp and pointed romance that does not end as it was planned. So well worded and written as usual.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Soren.
j.
Picturing a ceremony that doesn't come to fruition.
Enjoyed, very much so.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

thank you, costa,
j.
Oh, such a sad lilt to this tale of a *love* ending poorly, or perhaps it never really existed at all. For love to abide, there need be a connection of the mind and spirit as well as the physical connection. Love without the combination of both elements is destined to die.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

thanks for your insightful words, Starbaby.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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