the lid is opening
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the
lid is opening
draw
the curtains in fear
love
is outside
the
window of approval
our
hearts in vampire fashion
repel
the light of strong feelings
what's
at stake is love
but
the bold cross endeavors
to
sever
so we
wake
to a
valid amnesia
introducing
ourselves
to one
another.
erin-cilberto
12/7/23
© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto
Reviews
So compact, so much feeling, love this!
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you, Amanda,
j.
Love these lines:
our hearts in vampire fashion
repel the light of strong feelings
what's at stake is love
so we wake
to a valid amnesia
introducing ourselves
to one another.
Posted 11 Months Ago
Love these lines:
our hearts in vampire fashion
repel the light of strong feelings
what's at stake is love
so we wake
to a valid amnesia
introducing ourselves
to one another.
11 Months Ago
Thank you, Momz,
j.
11 Months Ago
YVW
Hope you're having a wonderful holiday season
"the lid is opening" but the box ie empty ... nothing appears in the mirror but the reflection of a haggard face and tears. A cross can be too much to bear & in the throes of amnesia we introduce our selves over and ove, unable to settle on love.
Posted 11 Months Ago
"the lid is opening" but the box ie empty ... nothing appears in the mirror but the reflection of a haggard face and tears. A cross can be too much to bear & in the throes of amnesia we introduce our selves over and ove, unable to settle on love.
11 Months Ago
really enjoyed this reply, Ted,
thank you,
j.
Oh, those blood-sucking babes who only want to be loved. More garlic, Jacob?
Winston
Posted 11 Months Ago
Oh, those blood-sucking babes who only want to be loved. More garlic, Jacob?
Winston
11 Months Ago
Yes, better let me have a clove or two...thanks, Winston.
j.
What a great write. Yes love is out there but so is false hopes, breakups, shattered dreams. Safer to buckle down for the night.
Posted 11 Months Ago
What a great write. Yes love is out there but so is false hopes, breakups, shattered dreams. Safer to buckle down for the night.
11 Months Ago
absolutely, andrew...thanks,
j.
draw the curtains in fear
love is outside
the window of approval
So do we fear what we don't see? Um maybe so.
There is some love out there but where I don't know.
Then I got to the part of amnesia I felt sad.
This is a really good write.
Posted 11 Months Ago
draw the curtains in fear
love is outside
the window of approval
So do we fear what we don't see? Um maybe so.
There is some love out there but where I don't know.
Then I got to the part of amnesia I felt sad.
This is a really good write.
11 Months Ago
thank you, June Bug,
j.
I just love your first stanza, This very creative, much enjoyed
Posted 11 Months Ago
I just love your first stanza, This very creative, much enjoyed
11 Months Ago
Thank you, Meg.
Such a clever write. Great title again. Fabulous extended metaphor J. Smiling at all the vampire references.
draw the curtains in fear
love is outside
Who would have thought that amnesia could be welcome.
Your poetry rocks. I just heard Lennon singing give peace a chance, or maybe that should be give love a chance.
Chris
Posted 11 Months Ago
Such a clever write. Great title again. Fabulous extended metaphor J. Smiling at all the vampire references.
draw the curtains in fear
love is outside
Who would have thought that amnesia could be welcome.
Your poetry rocks. I just heard Lennon singing give peace a chance, or maybe that should be give love a chance.
Chris
11 Months Ago
Yes, give love a chance.
Thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.
oh, I love vampire love poetry, it never dies and never gets old!!!! er... once again I miss your intent as you talk of "light", "stakes", and "crosses", all the death of vampires, and love... I don't know, Jacob, sometimes, as I toss and turn in a bed of lonely, I wish for amnesia... much easier than constantly closing that coffin lid... one thing for sure, your pen is not dead...
Posted 11 Months Ago
oh, I love vampire love poetry, it never dies and never gets old!!!! er... once again I miss your intent as you talk of "light", "stakes", and "crosses", all the death of vampires, and love... I don't know, Jacob, sometimes, as I toss and turn in a bed of lonely, I wish for amnesia... much easier than constantly closing that coffin lid... one thing for sure, your pen is not dead...
11 Months Ago
Thank you for your kind words, Curt...you are a gem of a giving poet.
j.
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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..
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