this poem has no title...the landlord owns the deed

this poem has no title...the landlord owns the deed

 

 

 

homesick blues

with a question mark

because home is a scattered mess

of memories

and different places of the heart

 

never purchased to be forever owned

always rented

and the leases always ephemeral entities

signed with tears

 

homesick blues

with an exclamation point

a "how did i get here from there?"

when i don't even know where there was

once upon a time

 

homesick blues

with an ellipsis

reminding me that forever might be worth the investment

but again, only willing to rent

gets me evicted

 

now on the streets of regret

i ponder

homesick blues

homeless

 

panhandling for a kiss, a touch

just enough to survive another day

 

home is where the heart is

but the nomad i am

never seems to find

the "where..."

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/9/19

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"now on the streets of regret

i ponder

homesick blues

homeless



panhandling for a kiss, a touch

just enough to survive another day"

The homeless lover lives wondering, looking for survival in the moment, in pursuit of compassion, of lending a meal of affection. Whoa! This is sad and powerful sir Jacob. I hope you don't lose your deed to a gold digger or a greedy bank.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

um, Sami.....actually i am right now searching for that deed...i know it's here someplace...:))))read moreum, Sami.....actually i am right now searching for that deed...i know it's here someplace...:))))
thank you, my friend.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...You are welcome...

[andrew mitchell]

What is a home but bricks and mortar and if there is no love one is driven to be a nomad in pursuit of happiness. For one's castle can be lonely.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, exactly true in your insight..thank you, andrew,
j.