Brittle Epistolary

Brittle Epistolary

 

 

 

crisp letters,

never sent.

yellow paper crackling 

in my heart

 

my hands batter the keys

holding you

with apathetic longing

 

you were my intensity

and then silence drew your pen

away from me

leaving me writing ineffective love poems

 

with not an iota of feeling

read with no reaction

 

just a sternly critical gasp

exploding from a trenchant eye.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/26/2020

Reviews

[VelvetPotato]

Sometimes we turn to apathy as a defense mechanism to protect our hearts. Then all that is left is trying to write something creative, academic, and well-received, to compensate for the lack of passion we feel towards the subject matter. I feel like I am definitely guilty of being too calculated in the way I craft my poems.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, yes, it is like that.
thank you, Velvet.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I was left thinking about those letters never sent, which in turn left me thinking about my younger years and words I wished I had said. Communication is essential for romance to flourish. Yes there may have been rejections, but then there may also have been pleasant surprises which have since passed by.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris,
appreciate your insights.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Love letters never sent? Hmmm....they not only get yellow with age, but they become more meaningful. We write then....sometimes in the form of poetry....hoping that special someone will see them and return the feeling. Unfortunately that does not always happen. Love the words trenchant and epistolary! Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Lydi,
j.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I was reading this poem and wondering much about how love or the demise of it influences our poetry, how our state of mind affects what we write....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think it rules our poetry.
Thank you, Dhara,
j.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Indeed it does dear Jacob...
You're welcome.