Radio Head

Radio Head

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Radio Head

 

 

digressing,

to an abomination

of loveless abyss

you looked into me

and what stared back at you

fractured your love bones

and now, splintered remnants

are all that are left to love me back

 

a few old songs

and some foot tapping

as your thoughts of me

drift into dead air.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/8/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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So sad when a promising relationship full of hope disintegrates to a state of abomination. That is intense dislike, hate even, if you are talking about fractured bones. When it reaches that level there is no going back. Radio Head, is that the reminder, the songs and the foot tapping? All relationships seem to have their own songs of happier times.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, they do...thank you for your words, Chris.
j.
Wow, what tragedy , what poetry, a great choice of music, what became of the broken hearted, they picked up a pen

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

you gave Jimmy Ruffin his answer...."they picked up a pen"
great reply, gram....poetic...
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So a relationship can be a hollow sham of waiting in hope, in mope of recovery or in hope of an end...A need and powerful capture of the dying embers of love.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jibey,
j.
When love passes the event horizon and you get to peer into the black loveless hole and see glass eyed glare in response, just before you are spaghetti fired, what else would you see but fractured love bones?
No static, just dead air, as you breathe your last, thanks to yet another soul sucking harried, who would be no doubt smiling back at the thought of stealing the last breath from your lungs.
I do hope my review doesn't in any way express my own disgust at having been treated so shabbily from the soul sucking charlatans who have had cameos of varying degrees in my life. Or women as they are more commonly known. I'm not bitter, honest. I'm just going to find an empty field to scream into 😀
Your description ending in dead air is very apt for this topic Jacob, ending like a silent scream.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

wow....you related to this so much that i am sorry...too much pain in your life my friend...i might .. read more
Lorry

1 Week Ago

Ach, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger... Apparently 😀
Ps... Predictive text doesn'.. read more
How do two people head over heels in love end up nearly hating each other? It is a phenomenon I will never understand. Once the love has vanished, there is no going back to what once was. Lydi**

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

that is so true, Lydi...
thank you for your words,
j.
dear Jacob... as a Gardner... at times I snip off
spent flowers... however if a flower is a perennial,
it may bloom again perhaps a new never before bud
of desire may catch your eye... love is a feeling that
can be discovered on a rainy day or in a field of wild flowers
where horses graze... truly, Pat

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

what you say is good insight, Pat...and yes, true...some flowers do bloom again.
thank you,read more
I love this one, I wish I could say more. I relate to it too much to talk too much about why.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, drew,
j.
How we still have ghosts of those we have loved and lost and wonder even though we know, suspect they give us no thought. You convey the emptiness of that feeling as you miss someone and lose contact with them and still wonder. Is Radio Head a reference to the group from Oxford, England?

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

actually not a reference.....just a coincidence...
thank you for your words, John,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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