Gumshoe

Gumshoe

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Gumshoe

 

 

blossom nights

shriveled plant days

the roses wear masks

and costumes

to fool

 

but daylight scatters those thoughts

the bosom of love is shallow

when visible

 

maybe covert meetings of hearts

are necessary for survival

and we can just hide our eyes

and pretend

 

when the illusion is pierced

by a detective sun

 

we can imagine

live roses still in our hands.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/14/24

© 2024 jacob erin-cilberto


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To be a romantic is to dream. Love is often that impossible dream. Jacob, your poem while edgy with sadness, reminds me of: "to dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go..... to reach the unreachable star...." Though in your poem, it would be to hold the alive rose in our hands and fear not the blood running down our arms from its thorns. In today's world, as hard as we try, and in spite of a gumshoe, Love often remains an illusion.
Curt

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your insightful words, my poet friend.
j.
Sad. When the illusion is pierced, what a kick in the teeth that can be. Never give up on your dreams j.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your words, Chris,
j.
Ah what a great metaphor here Jacob. Yes maybe we can imagine. Deeper than many want to look, those that prefer illusions prefer the dark.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

I appreciate your insight, Soren.
j.
it's brutally honest yet with a beautiful message. perhaps our best days only live in dreams. and maybe the key to happiness is holding on to dreams.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

If we let the dreams go...what have we got to live for?
Thank you, Ern,
j.
dear Jacob... imagining the Roses in our Hands... the Bosom of Love is possible... However, the Battle is still raging and we are still vulnerable.
The Sun may come out Tomorrow will be our Prayer. softly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Annie sings that it might...I am not so sure.
Thanks, Pat,
j.
Has the sound of a relationship in trouble. The floral imagery is what is seen on the surface, but down deep things are shaky. When the truth is outed by that gumshoe sun, things may go south pretty quickly.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Down deep, with some investigating....yes, maybe shaky is a good way to describe.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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