the balance of a partner

the balance of a partner

it's the dry season

in between loves

in between touch

famine of heart

it shrinks to a thumbprint

with no beat

like a song with no purpose

nothing to move forward to

except tears that do a twist

on an uneven dance floor.

erin-cilberto

9/8/24

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The dry season sounds pretty good to me. My time is spent so much on other people, your poem is like a holiday J. I think I’d like a couple of weeks completely doing what I want and when 🙂

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like how you see the positives here, Chris.
j.

[Stella Armour]

I have been on my own for so long now that i don't even want a new love in my life .... maybe that is being selfish but i sing my own song these days and don't dwell on tomorrow ... my own person i am and happy just to be here writing, painting and lots of other things at my age ; in fact i dont think anyone would put up with me for very long 😂

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I sing my own song as well, and am quite satisfied with that.
thank you, Stella,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Sometimes it seems that dry spell will laugh forever, but they you are suddenly caught in a downpour. Life is definitely sweeter when you are in step with a partner. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lydi,
j.

[Shawn Jahaffie]

I like the image of the heart shrinking to a beatless thumbprint, because I associate thumbprints as unique signatures, much like the idiosyncratic functioning of one's heart. I also associate them as literal signatures, pictographic names written in ink, that are sufficient to unlock electronics, place you at a crime scene, or identify you, the kind of signatures that, over time, become as small, colorless, two dimensional, and reflexively reproducible as possible. This is beneficial when life becomes rote, routine, and predictable, but during off and on growing seasons, the heart as a mark on a page that can vertically stack itself on a bookshelf, away from others, is a sign of blight

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your in-depth review, Jon,
j.

[Marie]

A very poignant write from your poetic pen, dear J... I hope it is not reality but your Muse providing inspiration for the poem. A bitter-sweet write excellently inked. Thank you for sharing, J...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Marie,
j.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear J...

[mabel mae]

it's like how the world goes silent before a deadly tornado. the world is suspended between inhaling and exhaling. this is where you must take a choice: take another breath, or float through space. -mabel

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, mabel.
j.

[Broken Soul]

I haven't been too active on here in a while, but I am so glad to see you are still writing J. Judging by your last few pieces, it sounds like love, or lack thereof, has you feeling a certain type of way lately. Keep in mind love comes in so many different forms from varying sources. I pray love finds its way to you soon; hold on to it when it does.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Broken Soul,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Love is like Vegetable Soup.. add turnips and parsnip along with carrots and potatoes ... a few onions along with tomatoes and Greens. The blending with Herbs an bits of protein... you will have a Love Feast to "Tie the Knot" sealed with a Kiss... but delayed... tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I do like Vegetable Soup...yummy.
May I have a bigger spoon, please?

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob.. You are a Delight.. “Hey diddle diddle the Cat and the Fiddle and the Dish ran away with the Spoon”… a Big beautiful Silver Spoon.. gently, Pat

[Soren]

Sadness and loneliness Fill this poem. It cries out for company and there is a haunting sense of loss. I love the line “famine of heart it shrinks to a thumbprint with no beat”. It has a bitter sweetness to it. Here’s wishing you the best of luck in new ventures.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Soren,
j.