a poet's preclusion

a poet's preclusion

 

 

 

synergy, and silhouettes

in pale light,

sharp love shines

 

ruffles in the blanket

bare feet entwined

engagement of forces, a cigarette

 

a morning after

sweet goodbyes

the pack left by the bedside

 

closeness filtered

life interferes 

the hearts, smoke rings intersecting

 

brief

puffs

of fulfillment

 

and then dissipation

and barely a memory

survives the new sun.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/20/22

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The cigarette after the event. This poem speaks to me so much of what one night stands are all about. Gone in a puff of smoke. I can't help feeling the awkwardness of the mornings and the goodbyes. Not for everyone, but serves a need for those who find themselves there. I am left here with a tinge of sadness. Great write J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they are sad, aren't they?
Thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

The perfect epilogue was a ciggie after. But like a puff of smoke all great moments come to an end laid out in memory. Can be a curse to remember.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew,
j.

[Patricia]

Gentle poem after a one nighter with clever metaphors except as an ex smoker I now feel the need for a cigarette. As always a great read and ya never disappoint Hugs!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's hard to quit a lot of things,
thank you, Patricia,
j.

[Gee]

Guess I'm one of the lucky ones that found, after a wee bit of bed hopping, my soul mate. Couldn't imagine life without her by my side.
Good morning Jacob, Hope you are keeping well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am so glad you did, Gee,
Keep being by each other's....
j.

[M. J. Smith]

Seen a few mornings after. An empty bed, sheets rumpled, and the memory of perfume in the air... Well written, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, M.J.
j.

[Relic]

Some relationships are indeed brief. Perhaps they start off on the wrong foot to begin with. And whos fault would it be if it did? Is there a formula for success? I suppose just self-inspection is one of the keys. Life is chapters. A careful study of each may be another key.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your review is better than the poem...thanks, Relic,
j.