holding a sign with a slip knot faith

holding a sign with a slip knot faith

it's too windy to poem

gusts of regurgitation

of sad digestion

bad love does not sit well in the heart

but no medicine cures that

only time

but even in perfect doses

time fails

even as the dose is doubled

writing a tragic love poem in a calm cubicle

keeps words from flying off a page

but we still hear the wind

the sound is a haunting echo intrepid faith

in bonding

might as well let go

the clasp might just kill both of us

passion was never enough to really tie a firm knot

I am tossing myself into the air

waving at you

and when the gusts do subside

the momentum has already

crossed us over to oblivion's corner

where we clasp a sign for help

knowing our hand will never hold 

that lover's again.

erin-cilberto

3/27/24

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

That last tercet really hits with power. It brings to a sharp point all of the pain that was building up through the previous verses. It makes us feel that pain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, John,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do agree Jacob.
"might as well let go
the clasp might just kill both of us
passion was never enough to really tie a firm knot."
Easy to release, hard to grasp again. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Coyote,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

At least sign holders get paid; not our poet though. Advertising the hurt and pain can be a marketing purge; might be good to showcase it in NY for the world to see in Times Square.
Wow!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Times Square...a possibility.
thank you, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! You are welcome sir Jacob.

[Chris Shaw]

I am tossing myself into the air
waving at you

I sense frustration here. I see someone vying for attention and not getting it. Love knots are preferable to slip knots. Aren’t they noose like? Some relationships are doomed to die. This sounds like one of them. Dear j, there is much to think about here.

bad love does not sit well in the heart - never a truer word said.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Chris,
j.

[Desert Knave]

I find there are times when no wind brings anything but poetic frustration ... fortunately the words occasionally storm on their own. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we need storms...thank you, Jim,
j.