Coasters

Coasters

 

 

 

barflies

swatted with turn-downs

blood of the heart spilled

 

drinks sit undrunk

the bartender wipes clean

the aftermath

 

all the one-night stands 

that never happen

the rivals pick at the leftovers

 

scant helpings

wings torn

walking a fine line

 

between death

and flying

 

or maybe doing both

at once.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/14/23

Reviews

[willweb]

Seems a seedy night at the alley tavern tome. This is short but there is so much darkness that it invades the mind as I read this. "The rivals pick at the leftovers" Now there is a scene that can be viewed many different ways.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your thoughts on this, will,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This write paints an all too familiar scene. The Lord said to the prophet Jeremiah, "The heart is more deceitful than anything else and desperately wicked; who can understand it?" Jeremiah 17:9 It might profit us all to take a good look at ourselves before trusting others, then. If we can't even trust ourselves; and I venture that would be folly, why do we expect faithfulness in others? Alexander Pope wrote in his Essay on Life, "Hope springs eternal in the human breast; man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home,
rests and expatiates in a life to come." But the flesh chases after its desires just as certain as the spirit holds hope in its own. Whatever we write, we write from the fulness of our hearts or from the emptiness within. But we can seldom bring a desire to fruition by merely hoping. We must follow the star and chase the dream; for what alternative is left but to sit and mourn our state? Confucius said, "It is better to light a candle than to sit and curse the darkness." Some of us seem without candles and are continually striking matches; getting our fingers burned.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

too many sit and mourn, when they could get up off of that bar stool and live.
thank you, Fabian,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Life and the living of it. That's the good stuff!

[DIVYA]

The way I related to your words, walking a fine line between death and flying places the poet in a precarious yet very thoughtful place at once. To do both must be beyond anything anyone can imagine.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the in-between can be dark...but finding that balance...euphoria.
thank you, divya,
j.

[DIVYA]

You're most welcome, dear Jacob.