the Play

the Play

 

 

April intimacy

like a Pear tree's spring scent

approachable until close proximity

the reeking alarm of you

the blossoms so quickly fade to burnt red

 

from the soft white kisses

exhumed from the impassioned initial impression

of your lips upon mine

and then the rain

the days of separation

the ephemeral laugh

that turned to sadistic murmuring

 

and suddenly fall came in May

the wafting breeze turned sour

as the pungent scent

of the tree

 

and our love

like precious white petals

formerly

 

became symbols

of a harmony broken

and a too soon to come

summer soliloquy 

with you missing from the stage.

 

 

4/12/18

Reviews

[Neville]

This is so blooming sad, I guess most folk experience the pain, loss and hurts you have so eloquently articulated here if they are around for any length of time.................cheers my friend..... Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Neville.
j.

[Neville]

Kind, maybe but true, most certainly.............Neville

[sette]

nice writing romantic and expressive what adjectives can i still add? wonderful and beautifully written

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, sette.
j.

[sette]

you are most welcome

[Corset]

Two months to grow and die, like the lifespan of a butterfly, you can live a lifetime in 11 weeks with wings.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Corset.
j.

[Ana Papaya]

I love the title. The Play. Makes me think of a strategic undertaking that may not have gone as hoped.
We think of spring as things blossoming, being born new but usually something has to end for something new to begin.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Ana...i have missed you.
j.

[Ana Papaya]

You are welcome and thank you Jacob :)
I have missed you too

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Love the duality of this piece – the beauty of nature reflected, not as attractiveness, but a cold summer’s breeze shouting longings to whoever is listening – nice one my friend! :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Phill.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I read this poem twice, slowly to take it all in. I love the way you have used symbols of nature to move the relationship from one stage to another. From early bliss to subsequent break. Nicely done Jacob. I have never experienced the scent of a pear tree's spring scent. This poem makes me want to experience that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights and kind review, Christine.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Beautiful and the colour impressions used just captivating- I love the way u compare precious white petals so soft gentlel and tender to touch- and harmony broken- love can be a gentle hurricane in amongst the tender talons if an eagle taking flight- just captivatingly beautiful dear sir..🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kelly.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Always my greatest pleasure🌹