remembering the stairs

remembering the stairs

 

 

 

 

five story window dressing

looking down at myself

through the pane

 

i see remnants of a heart

that once splattered from the fall

yet kept beating

 

and when i look up,

the glass a bit clearer

the sky becomes halcyon

beckoning,

 

reflecting the you

i once saw in my dreams

 

when we stood next to the sun

and the rent we afforded for the apartment

 

was paid in love.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/10/15

Reviews

[gabrielle]

This made me think of a simple/humble yet happy life/marriage vis-a-vis to an abundant life but with lots of misunderstandings.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, gabrielle

j.

[Zugzwang]

This is a really sweet and sensitive poem to me. Memories of love lost and survival. I think we have all been there. The image of the splattered yet still beating heart and rent paid in love I thought were particularly poignant, and struck a chord with me. Thanks for sharing this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Zeitnot..

j.

[Rita L. Sev]

We know what happens when we stand too close to the sun... I have to stop by your page more often, Jacob - your poetry gives me hope and makes me believe in the words...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the kind review, Rita...
j.

[W.k.kortas]

A slightly more earth-bound Icarus, then...wistful without being cloying (would that more folks could keep the two at arms length), wonderfully visual. Pane/pain is a very nice touch as well. A beguiling mix of emotion and craftsmanship, each in the right measure.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, W.k.

j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Though you write from your mind it is your soul that whispers what falls upon the page...it is your depths that shine those linings. I know that you have been here before and like the cleverness of your mind you take the stairs wholehearted. Making each and every reach a new level. You have risen within this style to be a King among Kings and I am always so honored to be a bystander watching...waiting...amazed:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Queenie.

j.

[...]

A time when you loved climbing them stairs because the sun and tropical warmth of her love was there. Home is where the4 heart is and I suggest picking it up while it's still beating. Your gonna need that pump for an O2 supply. The air is thin at the top :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very clever reply, lynn...better than the poem itself...thank you for your words.
j.

[Marcus Sergiu David]

So pleasing to read your writings. They are always so powerful and well written. A sad story told in a beautiful way.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Marcus...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

The falls from heights unknown where soul no longer gathers its wings and bears the brunt of unceasing woe.

Tender & sorrowed!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Al.

j.

[marcus]

I thought this was a beautiful description of a sad and poignant memory ... very touching!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, marcus.

j.

[ms. barrie]

When those whispers of memories of a
Past love (s) call us...at times, during heavy
Heartache we can tend to wonder how our heart
Keeps beating?
Very poignant...i always enjoy your captivating
Imagery...always a pleasure visiting your writes,
Jacob...thanks for sharing (:
~ barrie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, barrie.

j.