a shortness of breath

 

a shortness of breath

 

 

 

 

 

the blood of love

a failure of communicative resolution

the flow interrupted

trapped

 

the words at mouth's portal

turn to salt

at the edge of reason

 

survival of heartbeats

the patient slows

silences

pandemic paramour

 

masking secrets

the song reminds me of you

if only I was brave enough to sing

 

the blockage

would recede

till I could allow myself

to concede

 

to the feelings

fleeced 

in foregone conclusion.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/6/22

Reviews

[Scott Kris]

Hmmm?
I get the feeling indeed.
Yet if it’s a “forgone conclusion “, why bother?
Rhetorical question given the poem’s topic. We must, or we die…

You gave me a smile and a nostalgic reminder of why I even bother.

Thank you for sharing your talented writing and gifted mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Scott,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Blockages don’t bode well for either relationships or health. Keep it open, keep it moving. An interesting metaphor you have used here J. For a comfortable life do what you need to do to unblock that which is blocked.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I knew you would know where this one came from.
Thank you, Chris,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Relationships need the ebb and flow of good blood carrying oxygen and nutrients. They need open channels of dialogue and communications. They are fragile indeed, but they carry life to the body.
You write like a surgeon sir Jacob. Where is your knife hidden???

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I can't even remember where my own knife is, Sami.
getting old, I guess.
thanks for your kind words,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! You are welcome 😊.

[JD Major]

Hi Jacob, I sooo identify with this one, I'm sorry to say haha
Yes, when 2 otherwise good-natured people get together, !!#%!!*&!!!#!!! often follows!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sorry you could identify too well, JD.
thanks for your visit and thoughts,
j.

[DIVYA]

Opening up is always a good thing. So is acceptance of certain feelings about certain people. It opens up blockages in our arteries as well as our souls. We are cleared of the clots of regret and self-deprecation.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you so get me!
thank you, DIVYA,
j.

[DIVYA]

Its always a joy to read and think over your words, dear friend!

[Soren]

There were several lines in this that I loved: "the blood of love", "if only I was brave enough to sing". Also the use of the pandemic as a structure for this poem with terms "pandemic paramour" "masked" made it relevant. The whole last stanza was great.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Soren,
j.

[willweb]

"If only I was brave enough to sing" How many times have we walked away thinking we should have said something or done something but we just couldn't. Maybe fear of rejection, maybe just fear itself. Maybe if we sing once in a while, a few things may turn in our favor.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Singing is good...thank you, will,
j.