Occupant

Occupant

remnants of you

still reside in me

the rent belligerent

in cost

the heart deep inside

wrapped in grief

huddling in blankets of

remembrance

shivering

unable to afford

even one tear.

erin-cilberto

12/16/24

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

What a great metaphor for unresolved emotions. I enjoyed the read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Fabian,
j.

[Cherrie]

Yes at some point tears become to expensive. As we age - as -I age I have put them on rations

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I guess even tears grow older. Thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... when Memories are huddled under Blankets... there is a Calmness of Holly Berries on a Wreath of Christmas Joy... Wishing you a Blue Christmas with memories bestowed. softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Elvis did that once too...said he was having a Blue Christmas...thanks, Pat.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Blue Bells and Mistletoe will always bring Memories... like Streams of Spring Water will bring Apple blossoms with butterflies and Bees. Amen .. Pat

[Arundass TP]

Heart touching poem. Loved reading 👍

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Arundass,
j.

[Desert Knave]

Wow. Many years ago I tossed out a lot of things left in my house, YEARS after a break-up ... she still is there sometimes though ... rent paid through conflict. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Lots of rent is paid through conflict, Jim....me too.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Fave lines
Huddling in blankets of remembrance

Truly beautiful sad write.
I’m sure if everyone had a book of memories yours would be the most descriptive

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Julie.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

The below lines could stand alone Jacob.
"remnants of you
still reside in me
the rent belligerent
in cost
the heart deep inside
wrapped in grief
huddling in blankets of
remembrance"
Our memories. A blessing or a curse? Powerful dance of words and thoughts my friend.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Good question as to what they are, Coyote...good question.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes my friend.