One Blue Angel

One Blue Angel

19th floor flying

in my head

the window is not there

I am on the ledge of modesty

skyscraper ego falling suddenly

we are connected to ground level

by blood

we spilled growing up

at the height of the 50's

there is understanding

and it is trying not to jump

from the two hearts

airborne, no parachutes

just trust

I pull the drapes of closeness

and imagine

then stop

walk down the hallway

and knock on your door.

erin-cilberto

1/28/25

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

In my mind, your Narrator's head is either spinning with apprehension of greeting his lover behind the door, or he's fighting what they say is the natural urge to jump from a height. Either way, it holds my attention!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Either way, I like both interpretations you surmised.
Thank you, Dylan.
j.

[John the Baptist]

There seems to be a sense of risk in this one. I get the feeling it may concern the reigniting of an old romance that once went sour. The speaker seems both drawn and leery about renewing things. The last lines reflect his decision.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your insights, John.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Taking a leap from that 19th floor is scary, but starting over is worth it. When someone shares your memories, there is a very special bond. I don't think that ever disappears. Take a chance, knock on that door! Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, my friend.
j.

[MCS]

Such a rich weave of emotions here; you do this so well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Mary.
j.

[Desert Knave]

I miss having someone in life with a door waiting for me. Nicely written. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, me as well, Jim. Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Nothing like trust in a tryst or long term relationship; this must have been in one of those skyscrapers or hotels in N.Y. city in the 50's after world War two.
Excellent metaphors in free flowing poetic form.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Inspiration was actually in CHicago....but also a reminder of the one we lived in in NY City, Sami.
thank you,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome sir Jacob and in any locale

[Soren]

Many floors of metaphor. A marvelous write of age and relationship. That phalic skyscaper of youth may be now a drug store but taking a leap of faith is always warrented a most well constructed ediface this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

THank you for your insightful review, Soren.
Always appreciate where you go with my scribbles.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

It is never too late to make up for lost time. And when you left your 19th floor sky high room and knocked on the door of new days beginning, how wonderful that must have been. This poem warms my heart j.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Chris.
Neons need to stick together.
j.

[Lorry]

I kinda get this Jacob, because I discovered after years of climbing that I had a fear of heights, just after I had a bit of a fall the previous time.
I've lost track of how many times I've dreamt I'm on a ledge and it always wakes me up with the fear of being on a ledge.
But enough about me.
Life is indeed a balancing act and if you're not on the precipice of falling, then you're most likely on the track of a roller coaster wondering what that rumbling is!
And don't get me started on relationships, I plunged to my doom on that particular panic dream long ago!
😃

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Interesting, where you went with this....Thank you, Lorry...
j.