telltale keepsakes

telltale keepsakes

 

 

in the junk drawer,

my heart,

under old tattered scarves

and saddened lingerie 

 

memories of nights of silken wonder

texture of skin and bone

the revelations

in the junk drawer

 

forgotten taboos

the in-between relationship

the November kind of love

but you've forgotten

 

and put your mirror

on the other side of your vanity

and my face is no longer behind you

the arms of my echoed voice

 

whisper in muscled tones

but you're in a different room altogether

and i'm shuddering in the dark

 

of my own token loneliness.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/22/17

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has a brittle voice Jacob, one I sadly relate to. The opening stanza sets the scene so accurately for me as we survive the duplicity of being let down.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yet we do survive somehow...thank you, John
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Junk and timeless memories accumulate together.
Indeed, they might all be more treasured than not--since we obviously can't bring ourselves to throw them out.
Stunning piece of work, Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy....for your kind words.
j.

[mercy party]

things in a junk drawer are usually things that might got lost in the world at large. some hearts are better off there . my heart i wish would be shop-vaced right up so it didnt have to be sifted through while someone was hunting for a lucky find. I do like when it can't be closed and my heart is the old wrench in the back not allowing closure. Great Poem and use of symbolism!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, your response is better than the poem itself...thank you, mercy party.

j.

[mercy party]

hey, you got it out me man, your junk drawer idea went for miles in my head. Again, when you can do that as an author you've done good things!

[ms. barrie]

gorgeous, poignant imagery that strikes the reader's heart and lingers.

those junk drawers of mine are always filled to the brim spilling out bittersweet memories, broken voices of the past none can get back

your use of vivid, compelling imagery and pleasing dictatation never ceases to amaze me

i thank you for sharing your poetic gift with us all
~ xo - barrie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, barrie...coming from you this means so much because your work inspires me immensely.
j.

[ms. barrie]

you're quite welcome, Jacob.,,it's always a treat for the senses to read your art. and all my gratitude for your gracious sentiments & genuine kindness/ and support thru my (active) café years. coming from you...i'm elated to hear you enjoy my scribbles!

~ xo

[Ana B.]

saddened lingerie, silken wonder....gorgeous write dear Jacob. The bittersweet workings of the memory can take us back in time once again, proving that the time machine does exist. Loved it.

Ana B.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Ana.
j.

[Dr. Wood ?]

Brilliant observations once again Jacob. My personal junk drawer overflows

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dr. Wood.
j.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Brilliant, the ending is such a beautiful close, I have not much to say of this one but perhaps the next will riddle me some expressive idea

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words,
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

We all have those junk drawer memories but here amid the scrambled objects are the gift of words.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we do....thank you, Al.
j.

[B]

Waw
i miss your work
something about looking through any drawer
it gets me everytime
the brain recalls moments and lives for seconds
with that scent .... that whisper
and reality kicks in somehow

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your poetic reply, PoetryWorld...

j.

[Hebe]

Fantastic piece.... Love the way you weave back and forth between the past and present!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Hebe
j.