Unnamed

Unnamed

 

 

that prickly little thing

intrudes the love skin

 

we feel the pinch of feelings

a slight flow of heart's insanity

 

the sanitarium of mind

becomes our bandage

 

a rose plucked

without reason

 

dies in the hand

of uncertainty.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/6/2020

Reviews

[Anastasia]

Is there a reason to love? I think to truly love someone, you don’t need a reason! Sometimes we pluck a rose without knowing what to with it and it shrivels and dies in our hand. Does it prick our skin, maybe but it does still leave its scent behind. Your poetry leads the student into many directions and I am just leaving one of my trains of thought behind here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does still leave that scent..and that stays with us forever...I like the train of thought that emerged here.
thank you, Sabrina,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This touched a nerve in me having been through a number of unsuccessful relationships. Sometimes we seem to drift into these for the most innocuous reasons and cannot end them and thus our heart isn't in it and it dies. As FKK and Sabrina say love is complicated!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John...but sorry you related so well...ain't fun, is it?
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye but on the positive side Jacob it gives 'us' poets something to b***h about lol!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Well yes, there is That!

[Fairy Khan]

Love is so strange, different to everyone, yet the same somehow. Your descriptions are raw and vivid. I wish I could write as beautifully.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Fairy,
j.