you'll find me in the sitting room

you'll find me in the sitting room

 

 

there is an old desk

in the foyer of my mind

dust accumulates for decades

from disuse,

an old Underwood cries beneath 

a layer of heartbreak

 

haven't touched it since you left,

i am only a half a house now

there is a small rectangle in the dust

from the note you left

when you served notice

i was no longer the one

who held the letters of your 

poems

or the hands

that used to type 

your heart into mine.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/15/19

Reviews

[kitty]

Reminiscences of better days that used to be. We take pleasure in recalling those days that radiated happiness and nostalgia. With recent movements into the future a lot of the memories that we once cherish are washed away by new and different approach to life and what we deem to preserve. Sad but we have to flow with the tide eh! Profound write Jacob. it brings to mind the true realities of life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, and kind words, kitty
j.

[kitty]

You are welcome. Have a special week end.

[Patricia Wedel]

So sad, but written as though you were watching
a sunset fading across the memories that will
return with the sunrise one day at a time.
Beautifully rendered with the scent of
blossoms shared... poetically typed on an old Underwood.
truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Pat,
j.

[Fran Marie]

Such a sad heartfelt piece
with such emotions spewing forth..the ending sheds the final sad tear yet beautifully poetically stated ..typing ones heart into another's..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Fran,
j.

[lightsong]

I was reading fine, until I reached the final lines,

"i was no longer the one
who held the letters of your
poems
or the hands
that used to type
your heart into mine."

it's when Your heart completely pulled, though while reading the previous lines in the poem You already know that it's about sadness, memories and yearnings, but the powerful poetical expressions, the powerful talent You have of composing emotions into words, leave no room for the reader when they reach that part. majestic poetry and emotions, Thank You dear erin*

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[lightsong]

You are warmly welcome my friend :)

[Fay Slimm]

Love the metaphor in this haunt of a read on love long gone yet its voice still remains in the dust of memory - - nostalgia with tears in its lines.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Fay.
j.

[V]

Vivid glimpse into life and soul. Sharp yet soft, you haven´t changed the essence of poetry in the best way posssible.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words,V,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Your allegory immediately sets the scene of a dusty old attic or den with little light and the blind drawn. I take it an Underwood is a typewriter? The picture you paint is such a forlorn one and the images such as the dusty rectangle where the note one lay gives this a very sad voice.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.

[Patricia]

Love it, great imagery giving the feeling of pain still relevant even after so much time has gone by with the dust and the under wood, it always comes down to the words in the end.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does, Pat...
thank you for your words,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such melancholy and heartbreak in this one. The one who left....the one we still write poetry for even though that one will never read the words...or care. Love the mention of the Underwood.....I had one! Good write. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

These old loves haunt. The sitting room...the Underwood wearing that coating of dust with that small rectangle left when you picked the note up, folded it tenderly and slipped it into a pocket. A wry smile as you take a chair at that desk in your mind and lovingly stroke the keys of the old Underwood.

There is a premise lately...one of a sense of longing and nostalgia.

A good write, friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ted,
j.