Worn out Cover

Worn out Cover

 

we lie upon

a soft bed of lies

our love inferred we idealize

each other when the pillow talk

is fresh

 

but as time parries on

it imparts us to realize

our blanketed threads

no longer mesh.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/27/2020

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Splendid metaphor. New relationships are perfect...or we tell ourselves they are. Even oil and water mix at the start, but eventually the truth comes out. Unmeshed threads ravel away and soon we are left with nothing. As always, a pleasure to read you. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lydi,
j.

[Dave Brown]

I have been sleeping so poorly recently that I am even willing to try a bed full of lies with or without the meshed threads

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Me too, on the sleep thing...yes, we are desperate when we are willing to sleep on a bed full of lies, aren't we Dave?
j.

[Lorry]

Got me thinking of a throw on a sofa that has seen better days, now a reminder of what was once there, now thought of once more, as your hand finds a loose thread that will be pulled and grow into a hole, but do we discard it and buy new, which would mean seeing the stains it covered in the first place.
You would make a good salesman Jacob, as I'm now contemplating replacing the sofa too 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

funny you should say that, Lorry...i did try the salesman route twice...failed miserably...haha.
read morefunny you should say that, Lorry...i did try the salesman route twice...failed miserably...haha.
I like your analogy...
j.

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, as time passes, it can turn into a series of parries, and thrusts, too. We all know what familiarity can breed, especially if it's built on "a soft bed of lies."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John,
j.

[Weeping willow]

Relationships wane down as we age and it seems to lose something yet love is still there. Only in a quieter form. Yes sometimes there is loneliness but you carry on into the different forms of life. Nicely expressed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, willow...
j.

[Corset]

I think that's why "they" say you should hook up with someone you can talk to , My foster Dad says mom is his best friend, but Mom appears to be missing something in the older days, she seems wistful and lonely and under appreciated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing that, Corset...so tough when we start "missing something"!

[redzone]

it's no wonder that if love starts on a falsehood, in time (and usually sooner rather than later) it becomes apparent it will not mesh.... but sometimes even when started on a strong foundation it untangles... the world constantly changes and how we view it as well and this too influences that foundation, so a new foundation needs to be built (falling in love all over again so to speak)... most people these days are not able to do this.... this is what came to mind as I read your poem Jacob and also remembering how and why my loves didn't mesh any longer.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i don't think i ever had a good foundation...thank you, Curt,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

These lines speak to me so much about relationships that have just grown apart. You go through the motions, but there is no longer any common thread to hold it together. The bed becomes the lie.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

absolutely true, Chris...no common thread.
j.

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I wonder if the Don and Melania pairing lies on a soft bed of lies? It has been suggested lately in the press! This one just reminds us that love, like brand new pillowcases, gets worn out over time and when it does, all the pillow talk becomes contrived and a chore. But we carry on still.You had me thinking of "Pillow Talk" with Rock Hudson and Doris Day with this one, too. And wasn't he living on a bed of lies! Lol. Great poem, J!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That movie was pretty cool...back when acting mattered more than special effects.
thank you, Jamila,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

A kiss is just a kiss until the tenth of never
when lustful dreams are sugar-coated teases that leaves us wanting more ... until we fall like autumn leaves in a pile of season’s bounty when breasts are like pumpkins with eyes only for the man who knows how to hold you until the winter snow is covering your rendezvous with quilts of memories. Gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your poetic review, Pat,
it's better than the poem.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

You inspire the most tender overtures... gently, Pat