Bare Trees and too many Scarlett O'Hara's

 

Bare Trees and too many Scarlett O'Hara's

 

 

 

 

there were summer loves

and other loves

and love me more's 

and love me less'es 

in their strict tresses

on short contracts

with shorter commitments

and no returns,

just return to sender's

 

and yes, i went on some benders

to forget

as i drowned in regret

mixed drinks to link my memories

until i sobered to the moment at hand

 

and found theirs were no longer in mine

not a one

 

i was never a one-and-done kind of poet

just kept scribbling heart scramblings

and scrambling to find a place for my heart

 

a "she" with which to be a "we"

but now it has become a sordid "i"

in a misspelled "team"

 

the end of a so-called dream

Winter's called it so.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/18/18

Reviews

[Lorry]

The title itself is worth praise Jacob, but I think that everyone will agree that this is a feeling we know all to well. The me, we, I line summed it up perfectly, we roll the dice every time, hoping for the happy evers that become nevers
Skillfully captured.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lorry,
j.

[Lorry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Neville]

A doleful poem if ever there was, laced with regret and seemingly a tinge of resentment too... an interesting but not altogether unusual mix of emotions more than adequately applied... and for what its worth, I think I knew her too.... nice one jacob.. N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Neville,
j.

[Neville]

Tis always a great pleasure to visit your words jacob..