Dollars for Dreams

Dollars for Dreams

 

come back to my apartment

she pleaded,

love me

no exchange of cash

 

I want to feel something other

than the droning of neon lights

outside a seedy hotel window

and a door closing in the middle of the night

 

that walk home is so long

when unfulfilled connotes 

the experience.

she wants to give away her heart

 

not reserve it each time she is intimate

she wants the risk of it shattering

so she can feel alive

not watch the clock with each embrace

 

She has enough savings to try it

Patience might be standing on the ledge

 

if she jumps into her real desire

will he be there to catch her?

save her from a cold, concrete ending?

 

broken dreams invite curious onlookers

they seem to love, thrive on tragedy

and maybe she is the show tonight.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/25/2024

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of Jenny from Forest Gump. A person who came from a terribly broken home or past that has cause her to long and search for love in the wrong places
Most of the time yet have walls built to not let anyone too close.

Deeply depressed and sad with a rough exterior. Needing not to feel broken, ashamed or miserable ; feeling as if the concrete ending may be the only way out.

A deep write about a topic and a person that could be ,a million give or take a few, in this vast world we live on.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Me and Jennae, we went together like Peas and Carrots"---
Such an insightful review...thank you P.B.
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

You’re welcome. It reminded me of the scene in forest gump where Jenny climbs on the ledge in her high heels then gets back down.

[IC]

This is a touching poem for me because I went through my Catholic schooling with a girl just like this. Just a born rebel, always sad or angry and looking to be loved and not really caring where and when she received that love. She certainly stood on that ledge and was the main show looked upon by bystanders who refused to lend her a hand. Luckily though, she survived her ordeals and avoided that ‘concrete ending’ you write of here. Some people are just deeply lost souls in need of real love and care. A poignant poem of lovely carried metaphors.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind and understanding review.
j.