i don't care whose woods these are

i don't care whose woods these are

walking on dirt paths,

tracks of tearful abandonment

the dust of love squealing its tires

as we are left folding up our hearts

and carrying our weight of love's incontinence

we always have the woods, the seclusion

to let loose our in-congruent emotions

the trees never lie

you did

the dirt paths lead anywhere

and my soiled eccentricities 

find their way to thoughts of you

but i stay within the forest line

writing lines, not for you

just about you

and the days of hiking through 

heartache

are over for me

i put my walking shoes

by the door after you slammed it shut

and slammed me shut

as well

zoom zoom.

erin-cilberto

9/8/19

Reviews

[barleygirl]

"days of hiking through heartache are over for me" --> LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! as well as the continuation of this thought to the end of your poem! Strangely, your poem summons how a walk thru the woods is always different, sometimes hard to recognize, even on the same trail. Your defiant title grabbed my notice right away, too (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[kentuck14]

"and the days of hiking through/heartache/are over for me" That is a great line J!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Tom,
j.

[MomzillaNC]

I can see your arboreal healing space in my mind's eye. Deep, cool, and primeval… screaming silence, embracing peaceful seclusion, soothing sorrow.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Momz...
j.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Lorry]

We have to pen these thoughts Jacob, for ourselves. To make sense of all the senseless incomprehensibles left rummaging around our minds, like demented gremlins on coke.
They may have been the final nail in the coffin, but they were only the cutoff point in a long queue of hammer-throwers.
At least in my experience.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your review made me smile, Lorry...
thanks for your words,
j.

[Lorry]

Most welcome.

[Karmee]

Hiking through the heartache WOW! such a vivid picture you write with.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, silent k.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

and the days of hiking through
heartsche
are over for me

Someone who is not prepared to venture out of the shelter of the woods where there is relative safety. Safety from the possibility of placing themselves again at the hands of heartache.

Zoom zoom is punchy. A bit like saying, so there, that's where I stand.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your wanderings through my write, Chris.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Life and love are a hike in the wilderness. Great write J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Perhaps being lost in the woods of emotion as someone abuses your trust and rejects your love leaves one unable to step free from the treeline. The paths may be defined but the journey to freedom rejected in favour of the tree cover.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, John,
j.

[sL]

The image of an incontinent love pissing on the speaker of the poem and the loneliness that ensures works for me. I too love the zoom zoom. Thank you, always, for sharing your work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, sL,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob... it always helps to have a sense of propriety.
I remember as a teenager... singing the song,
"I got along without you before I met you...
gonna get along without you now."
Carving something on a tree in the Woods would not help at this point.
Perhaps a Hoot Owl will say... "Just don't give a Hoot. We find
friends in the strangest places. Your poem is very Clever.
Love the zoom zoom... as ever, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Pat,
j.