The Realtor's Nightmare

The Realtor's Nightmare

 

 

 

I am the siding that didn't fit your house

the color of paint that clashed with your beliefs

 

the Bible salesman selling a parable

for a kiss

 

the sting on my cheek

from our history

 

slapping shut the book

after you moved

 

and left an empty lot

where my heart once stood with yours.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/25/21

Reviews

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I can confirm from experience that it is more the realtor's who are the nightmares than those who leave us on a vacant lot. I just hate Real Estate agents! That being said, this was another poem with your heart and loss on the page. It's time to find a worthy chamber for your heart, I say. ⚘

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Jamila, and sorry you have had this experience...I guess we all have them in our lives.
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I use old experiences to help put emotions into the poems, but that is what they are, just poems...life is comfortable now.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Whoa… you must be the Previous Owner who signed our Closing Agreement by Proxy… having moved to Texas where Open Spaces and new adventures were waiting. Your ghostly shadows appear at Dusk when Dreams are tucked in the haunting corners of yesterday. Gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your poetic replies, Pat,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

The sting on the cheek lingers here that means the nightmares are still likely to haunt. The book may be shut, but the memories can filter through as and when.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, my friend,
j.

[Writergurl]

the Bible salesman selling a parable
for a kiss

Wonderful imagery here in this line, this is amazing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, writergurl.
j.