Promise

Promise

 

 

 

 

my eccentric friend

embalmed in havoc

 

breathing smiles

are souls departed

 

he no longer laughs heartily

at the ironic symmetry of life

 

his whereabouts are vaulted

the man is interred in his sorrow

 

she is the brilliant angel

he once could hold tightly

with sanctified arms

embracing a dream

 

when he wakes,

his tomb is his heart

and she lays metaphoric flowers

 

upon the dust 

that love became.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/5/22

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love never dies
Just like dust
It reappears just when you
Finishing dusting your heart off

I’d say

Beautiful poem Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Julie,
j.

[Brad Dehler]

I really appreciate your poem structuring. Concise and beautifully depicted. This is a heart breaking tale, yet there is peace in the conceptualization of how devastation effects (us). It is evident that you have an apposite sense of heart ache and yearning.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this poem really appreciates the attention you gave to it, Brad...it surely does.
j.