and the illusion

and the illusion

 

 

 

 

Partake the meal

sink your teeth into the relevance

ride it a while

let the stand be penultimate

 

undo the done

let's restart the truth

it can be an engine that roars

or a muffled idling

 

diagnostics 

driven pacifists

peaceful demonstrations 

of a will to love

 

the two parties

have delved into crashing

there are imbalances

to be leveled

 

even if the sides are uneven

and totally uncomfortable

standing face to face.

 

erin-cilberto

1/5/21

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

This could be about politics. But it could also be about two people who no longer see eye to eye. Nothing is more uncomfortable than having to share a room (or a house) with someone who no longer cares about you. You level each other with dark stares and recriminations, each claiming the truth applies only them. A good poem is one in which each reader finds a meaning that applies to them. You've done that here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Zoe....that is always my goal with writing.
j.

[M. J. Smith]

Yeh, never gonna be leveled. Too much ego. Politics would be a game played largely for personal glory. Nicely written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it sure seems to be, M.J.
thank you,
j.

[Ada]

Reminds me of how you have 2 feuding parties in the US ie democrat and republican, yet one America and there is rarely a consensus on anything; ironically I find myself more disturbed by the fact that we've never had an independent in office....nice write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wish we could have an independent....
thank you, Ada,
I appreciate your insight.
read moreI wish we could have an independent....
thank you, Ada,
I appreciate your insight.
j.