a landfill of unfulfilled love

a landfill of unfulfilled love

 

 

 

at the disposal site

the crane kept dropping pieces of a heart

on a pile of emotional rubble

 

a graveyard of tear stained boxes

unlabeled cans of caring

like unknown soldiers

 

finding a final camp ground

to pitch a tent of tentacled longing

just before the waste is bulldozed

 

and all of the memories

flatten,

like the pattern on a heart monitor

 

when the refuse

is refused for the very last time

and ceases to exist.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/22/16

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Great job of picking an unusual analogy & carrying it thru effectively. Love this use of both meanings of the word: "refuse is refused" . . . Your message describes my love life history perfectly! *smile*

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah, a comrade, for sure...thank you for your kind review, barleygirl...

j.

[The Inner Me]

Great imagery. I think a part of all of us can relate to this. Enjoyed the read very much.

[highonwords]

i like the compactness of this poem - the lines of thought flow very well - and the choice of words, brilliant - great writing, jacob

steph

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Steph...appreciate your visits...

j.

[Insight "MH"]

You have drawn a landscape for love, memory and loss, with this fantastic imagery.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Insight.
j.

[Insight "MH"]

You are welcome.

[redzone]

I read the comments below from Chris and KL, it is funny how different people read the same poem, each having a bit of different take on the way it was written or it's meaning... I can see both their points on your poem... BUT..

aha the infamous BUT... the way I read your last lines especially after the "flat line" reference was that the "refuse" was you and it was you being "refused" into that land fill.. which no matter how you look at it is rather bleak!!! done, finished, over, kaput!!! so for me, I kinda like the way it is written as is... but Chris and KL have an overall better understanding of these things (poetic structures, not landfills)

and by the way, your metaphors are way too good to be put out to trash Jacob..

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your review and insights, Curt..i find it addicting to write poetry and read how different folks interpret...or just how different poems or lines hit different readers.
thanks for your input..
i can see all three views very well...

j.

[NeiL ArandA]

It's the last nail on the coffin and love is buried in unmarked grave with unpolished granite stone.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Neil

j.

[A hare off]

A sad story of being literally down in the dumps. For all of those moments in life which now seem wasted, good one Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, A hare.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Always fascinated by your metaphors... my heart as been in that dump many times... good thing one persons trash is another treasure.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dale...
j.

[B]

I have always believed the act of love is only true when it holds no return
For in love there is no refuse
The idea is to make someone know that you love them and that they matter more than anything in this life
The moment that feeling is delivered
Love is love
Its free of public judgement or consent of another
Its just about the strongest thing on planet earth

The imagery you have here is very strong

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Nisreen.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

But is the refuse ever totally refused? I think some remnants always remain and a spark of remembrance can bring it all back....unfortunately. Great metaphor, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

three exes, kind of tell me yes...but there are remnants for sure.

thank you, Lydi.read morethree exes, kind of tell me yes...but there are remnants for sure.

thank you, Lydi.

j.