so near the flame yet so far

 so near the flame yet so far

 

 

Holocaust flavors,

burn the pit of the stomach

the angst of hate,

leaves charred bones of heart

 

rose colored glasses melt

encircled emotions of love

flare up like a wildfire

and disappear just as fast

 

remains of wedding rings and abject things

all that's left on fingers twisted in ashed argument

and now they all ponder the blue tip

of insanity sadly stretching toward a dark night's

intent,

 

the blackness envelops

even the fond memories

whisked away in solemn smoke

entrails of a once passion become 

burnt epitaphs blowing

in a wistful wind.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/22/17

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

so many decisions are left to so few, old fools to decide on humanity's fate and for what gain! Reminds me of Chernobyl not safe for another 220,000 years before humans can return safely if we are around then.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.

[Tony Jordan]

We should have learned - the ashes of those victims should have give rise to all our deliverance - a phoenix of hope that was heinously ignored and now look what kind of a world we have...
This one makes the heart feel alive with pain Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i do look...but don't like what i see...i appreciate your words, Tony...
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and amazing use of words my friend.
"the blackness envelops
even the fond memories
whisked away in solemn smoke
entrails of a once passion become
burnt epitaphs blowing
in a wistful wind."
I liked and I understood the above lines. When passion turn dark. Old heart will hide. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Ruth]

Damn Jacob, for once I am at a loss for words, deeply moved...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your (lack of) words, Poppy....
:))))

[Ruth]

Always welcome love...thank you for being an amazing Poet...

[MsJewel]

"rose colored glasses melt" - love that verse. "whisked away in a solemn smoke" - you have described the hurt and pain of a broken relationship so well Jacob. As always, your use of metaphor is brilliant. Love this one - Julie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Julie.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Sort of fitting for Trumps sidekick on the Syrian gas attack. With the word. Even Hitler didn't stoop that low to use gas on his enemies. Maybe he ran out, after killing six million Jews.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, perhaps he did...
thank you for your response, Paul
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

I once visited the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. It was the eeriest place I've ever been.

It is said that birds do not fly over Auschwitz...perhaps ghosts prevent them...

Your words suggest that lovebirds do not fly over a broken heart.

Well done, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like your insightful response, Ted...
thank you.
j.

[SM Davis]

This week every year is gut wrenching and painful for the human race as a whole I think. Remains of wedding rings and abject things... dear me! Add to it the wind blown epitaphs.. brilliant piece of work here. 100 Daisies for certain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[SM Davis]

Please call me Susi. 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay, Susi....will do.

[h d e rushin]

The Holocaust holds every analogy of human emotion and physical examination. The word itself proofreads the strength of worship and ponders
the very evolution of devotion. So if I remove the text and read just the fist and last lines of this poem, sonearheflameyetsofarinawistfulwind, run them together like we do romance, wedding rings, passion, our memories. Then sit and try to make sense of the flame that is life and love, we will be bereft in the unyielding of our judgments. I love this my friend......well written...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your words, dana.
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Don't laugh as I dive off the cliff of speculation and possible misinterpretation ... Your words speak to my heart of a relationship thought to last forever that is now but ashes of days gone by ... Each line speaks to me of that sense of loss that comes in losing something or someone that was a very important part of your life ... Leaving you (as something I have experienced in my life) to wonder how it came to be that the sweetest honey turned to bile ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like your interpretation...quite insightful...thank you, Marv...
j.