bedsores

bedsores

 

 

 

i love

 

and then

 

i lose faith when the sun rises

and the shadows from the blind

streak across the empty side

 

of my eyes

i see floating angels

 

i love 

 

and then

 

there is an imprint on the other pillow

a delicate smile rested upon

the downy softness 

of desire

 

i love

 

and then

 

it's night time again

and i imagine 

the belated response

belated response

 

i search

 

and then

 

you rise with the faith of a sun

i open the blinds

the angels land

 

they are humans again

they are crying

for me

 

i love

 

and then

 

i test my wings

shed a feather

it lands on the pillow

with the imprint

 

we fly away together

looking down

there is a window

 

it is cracked and dusty

the dream is closed.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/9/2020

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

In dreams, we can gaze at the empty pillow and imagine someone there. Perhaps an angel...or a demon who masqueraded as an angel. There is a magical dreamy quality to this one, Jacob. In dreams, all things are possible. If our waking lives could match our lives while asleep, we might all be happier. A little different poem from you. I enjoyed it. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Lydi.
j.

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

I honestly think this is one of the best poems I've read in some time. I like the repetition words, such as "I love them" "And then" But also repetition of several other words that seem to enhance the poem. 10/10. Go publish this somewhere!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

R.J.
thank you for this very kind review....quite encouraging...
j.

[adornoscousin]

The title and the rest of the poem are at odds I feel. There is a disconcerting juxtaposition there. I like the line about faith in the sun- we have faith that it will rise every day but we do not know for sure. Like so many things.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing is for sure, is it? thank you, adorno,
j.

[.]

I feel like a lonely heart searching the companion... That was once... But with the sunlight all the hopes evaporates... And the empty bed feels as bed sores. I like the delicate smile imprint on the other pillow... So lyrical

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful review, Dreamer...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another powerful write from the pen of the master of the metaphor as you seem to explore sleep as a replacement for real life. Too much lying still in bed equals bed sores. Bed sores lead to pain and sorrow and strife. And I know as a long time ago I was a nurse.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I bet you were such a caring nurse at that, John.
thank you for your words,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Jacob. I was mainly in mental health but we also had people with bedsores! I even came to the States twice to study a particular model of care and managed to persuade our government to adopt it here in 1993.

[Neville]

as far as I am concerned, I could lose myself here .... this is something else jacob .. quite beautiful

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Neville...i appreciate your support.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I have read this poem many times Jacob. The more I read it, the more I feel. There is much love here. Angels and feathers always bring comfort in my opinion. I think there are times when we would all wish for the wings of an angel.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

If i had wings i would be in trouble...too afraid of heights...i wouldn't leave the branch...
thank you, Chris,
j.