a realist scoffs at azure skies

a realist scoffs at azure skies

 

 

in intervals

the firmament above

is like the heart below

 

clouded, dark

causing tears

to flood the ducts

 

street swamps

lovers pray in the deluge

for survival

 

hands reach

hands grasp

logic denies

 

hands let go

 

and the relationship

is swept away in a current

of doubt

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/3/23

Reviews

[redzone]

doubt is the root of all evil... well, not really, but it seems so at times.... especially when it comes to love and other missed opportunities in life... a "realist" needs to accept that the sky is sometimes this beautiful blue (and kisses like there was no tomorrow)

nicely penned Jacob!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sure destroys trust in relationships...
thank you, Curt.
j.

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

I love how you say 'Logic denies" That is so true, I guess that is how love is at times.
Wonderfully written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Meg.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

It doesn’t matter what colour the skies are if the relationship is doomed. Blue or cloudy day, it’s irrelevant once doubts set in. The path ahead will turn rocky. Strong imagery here of trust being swept away in a deluge of summer tears. I am hearing Barbara Dixon singing. The title escapes me for the moment but the sadness is in her eyes. Lovely piece.

Tell me on a Sunday, that’s the song.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have to look up that song...The realist knows those gray skies are just on the horizon...Thank you, Chris,
j.

[carl]

well I guess Irving Berlin was wrong, blue skies don't always smile.

"relationship is swept away in a current of doubt"

great ending for a not great ending - happens more often than we would hope. Enjoyed the structure and the thought process very much - carl

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review and paying attention to my offerings, carl,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Azure Skies where loved ones die for all Mankind… the Young will survive and a New Jerusalem will abide. My prayer, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, dear Pat,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

What brings us together can inadvertently break us apart was where this write took me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is so true, andrew...so true.
j.

[Stu. T.H.]

Though I often associate clouds with a carefree spirit, we all know that even clouds can have bad days, here they turn into shades of grey, or so heavy that they have to drag themselves across the sky. Such, in poetry, is often dismissed for the sake of the romanticism. Yes, but even in a realist's perspective, even if clouds do get teary or thunderously angry at times, some do revert back to their whitish pure shade, but the question is: Will you admire them for long enough to see that?
An arousing poem, author Jacob, it does raise in me a sentimental feeling of admiration for the natural beauty and human nature as a whole.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your review, Stu...and your insights.
j.