What's Truly an Art

What's Truly an Art

 

recoiling arms

she bent away

kissing my desire

with deft deflection

 

moments brief

intangible grief

brought to bare

her November love

 

complicit to share

with abandoned resurrection

 

a freezing heart

begs detection

 

it's hidden in her painting.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/1/2020

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

Oh i like this painting:) come here come here look at me but don't touch... go away! LOL This short poem encapsulates the bulk of my artful experiences to a T:) hmm and most of my romantic ones too:(

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, brother bunny.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

November love could be warm like an Autumn Fire when pumpkins smile and Chrysanthemums
count the kisses that linger when gathered in gold and red moments spent together. The gentle wind will find a love note attached to your door... where a Lady in blue will be with you. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

once again, your reply is better than the poem itself, thank you, Pat,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob... I always like to keep you from being sad... you and a few others. It gives me that feathery feeling.. p.

[Chris Shaw]

Rejection here is felt deeply. This sounds to me as though it was a short lived relationship. November love, a cold month, an older woman taking advantage of a warm soft heart. Calculated coldness comes to mind. Beautifully written. Left a lump in my throat. Pass the tissues please Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Okay here are some Kleenex, Chris...thank you
for feeling this one.
j.

[Tania Mo]

The good moments are brief and the quest for them seems long.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Tania,
j.

[Ruth]

Something about this time of year, it seems to capture a moment in time and frame it as a photograph to remind in the nows and afters. Still, we also need to remind ourselves that though winter, life still beats and breathes beneath the chill and ice :) Beautifully captured Jacob and always a pleasure to read your poetry :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, life does still breathe....thank you for your kind review, Ruth,
j.

[AJNJ]

Its November and winter's freeze has begun yet there’s still a heart beating under all that frost. Perhaps a heartfelt kiss would revive it....?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am no Sleeping Beauty...but perhaps...
thank you for the smile, AJNJ,
j.

[John the Baptist]

November love? Sounds like an older woman who should be beyond these coy games. Let her take her freezing heart to her shrink.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, John,
j.

[Dave]

What a shame. It sounds as though she has denied the love being offered and reveals her freezing heart.

I could be soo0 wrong on this. Take care Jacob.
Dave

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like your take, Dave...and there is never wrong...not for my readers...what you take from a poem is what there is.
No right or wrong.
thank you for the read and your words,
j.