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

[Pax]

you are just amazing my friend, the way you used words is your might, well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Pax.
j.

[Bare trees]

I'm speechless after this one. One of your best.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pale.

j.

[Carolynn]

This is very touching and sad - to feel like refuse.
This screams a need for a recycling plan where something strong and useful can be made out of the flattened pieces of rubble.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your reply is better than the poem...the metaphorical recycling plan...use those pieces to put a heart back together...ah yes.

thank you, Carolynn.

j.

[Érenn]

OK, this literally brought me to tears. Because there is so much i can relate and the way you have presented this piece is truly art. So many metaphors used. I wanted to select the best lines, but this one truly every line has an impact on me and I can't help but love the poem as whole.
when the refuse is refused for the very last time and ceases to exist literally crushed me. I was even more immersed in this one than i normally am in your writes. Thank you for sharing ^^

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Errenn..

j.