Kiss

Kiss

 

 

a backlog of truant messages

the heart's inbox swollen

with evangelical rumblings

 

of God

and survival

and love finding its pedestal 

broken, withered, succinctly written in poetic

fabrications

 

I believe in someone up there

and used to

in someone down here

standing next to me, 

touching my hand

 

clasping the words of my soul

she is dangling her lips

so near me

 

but in an instant

the window closes

and I can  remember

absolutely nothing

 

of what we had.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/19/24

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

Wow. The ending is perfectly harsh. "I can remember absolutely nothing ... of what we had.". Really hits hard. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim,
j.

[AYVID N]

I loved the way it all vanished in the end. Like an abrupt ending to a dream. Is it something like life itself, my friend? In an instant the window closes and we remember nothing of what we had....The poem resonated on many levels and I loved it. You have magic in your pen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kindness, Divya,
j.

[JD Major]

fleeting memories, vivid for an instant, gone the next.
Some cozy as kittens, some sharp as spears ...mostly the latter.
Thanks Jacob, it's always a comfort knowing it's not just me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your review is way better than the poem...thank you, JD.
j.

[JD Major]

haha, I disagree, you're the poetic Wordsmith :)
...it's just that I've spent a lot of time thinking on this issue, and have written about it.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous use of language and imagery to bring this poem to life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Thomas,
j.

[Soren]

A window to another place, dimension, only briefly attainable. Haunting yet touching that private soul that most of us feel, a fire burnt low in faith once held, in God, evil and love. It's embers still burning seem to regrettably go out with the closing of the window. And with the end of a relationship so does faith in the fable of love as we defend against pain through loss of its memory. Never opening the inbox. Most beautiful words Jacob that touch a common thread of humanity in love lost.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Soren,
j.

[Neville]

when you write sad .. you don't take any short cuts and let all the prisoners go free don'tcha .. it's even sadder on subsequent reads .. but I guess you already know that. with respect, N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, , Neville,
j.