friends and friends of friends

friends and friends of friends

 

 

 

the sky fell on a small house

tears slammed the rooftop

with unquenched dreams

 

he knew them all

lives like unfinished chapters

half-read, half skimmed

many ignored until just before publication

binding securing them within

they cry from the pages

for notoriety

only from loved ones

 

I loved them

I loved them all

every one

like each was the most important word on the page

 

and we all partied just before the copyright

before the ISBN number was pinned on their chests

in reference

 

like some draft number or social security number

a random number

of reference to an existence

just now getting reviews

and critical acclaim

 

but really 

while they lie on their beds

in final pose

 

will they really read all of those posts?

or simply hang a sign on the headboard

saying

"please do not disturb,

just rewrite the ending as you see fit."

 

It was all your lie, anyway.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/13/24

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

A number unencumbered on the Wings of Destiny... we become the quintessential Cloud of Dreams. softly, pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate you, Pat!
j.

[Weeping willow]

Wonderful write, love the first paragraph--- the sky fell on a small house, tears slammed the rooftop with unquenchable dreams ;-} Nice.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, willow,
j.

[Arundass TP]

A great oem. I love that scene starting the sky fell on the house. Excellent poem 👍

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Arundass,
j.