Pensive Percolation

Pensive Percolation 

 

 

i sip morning

dark thoughts,

hold the sunlight,

clouds curdle in the deep of the cup

thoughts of you burn the tongue of my heart

 

i wait for my Danish to warm 

eyes vacantly scan the Times' print

reading every word the same

stream of prolific memory

redundant themes of us

each article is my breakfast of epiphany

 

you are gone,

and the next meal will just 

be more of the same noxious nutrition

biting at my insides with intrusive recollection

 

and more bland coffee.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/22/15

Reviews

[Lara]

Memories pervade...
I think you captured that theme really well, Jacob- especially with the (partial) absence of puncuation. For lingering recollections know nothing of courteous full stops, do they?
Nicely penned.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Lara. Yes, I seldom punctuate poetry...I feel it lets the reader read the poem as he or she will.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

The poet is, clearly, hurting.
Lie, itself, appears to be an annoyance.
Gonna take an endless stream of bland coffees to cure what ails him.
Only time dulls this kind of pain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for reaching into the archives, my poem appreciates your visit and comment,
j.

[Dalton]

For talented writer's, such as the one being reviewed, it is clear that being in love is much a muse as being devoid of her. What a great piece.
Dalton

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dalton.
j.

[rubie]

such a wonderful piece of the after-effects of a love lost...

i love the second stanza. it's wonderfully expressed. you use very strong adjectives (prolific and redundant) to parallel the strong emotions conveyed here.

powerful write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, rubie.

j.

[Pryde Foltz]

When the mind is elsewhere the food is not tasted … I think that Deepak Chopra. Oh the sensation we miss when our hearts have us blinded.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Pryde..
j.

[andrew mitchell]

You were certainly left with a fowl taste in your mouth in this write J

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your read and comment, andrew...
j.

[emmajoy]

Such an incredible metaphor im that first five-line cluster, ' .. thoughts of you burn the tongue of my heart.. '

Your words fly off and away trying to find.. .. Nothing matters. Losing love seems to dilute the need for everything; there's nothing left to savour any more,there's nothing worth searching for.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, emma.
j.

[Alisa Js]

Sad one about love lost..thanks for sharing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Alisa....always appreciate your visits.

j.

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Beautifully expressed sadness for the lost love....loved this piece Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jane.

j.

[....................]

nothing tastes or feels good when love has left and that dark roast can become bitter or, at the very least, bland... love the title and each word that follows...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, FT.

j.