poem 3,487 or the temptation to write it

poem 3,487 or the temptation to write it

 

 

willpower's smack

black and blue fried soul

 

gave it up long ago

gave in

to a prayer of contrast

 

I loved you for some reason

compared affection to love

to being in love

 

and now the soul

left the body of the crime

I lie in state

 

opposites say half a rosary

likes say the rest

we are infallible

 

until we fail

and marks on our discolored skin

heal

 

I made a plea bargain

but you weren't listening

the other side of the confessional

 

was as empty as your feelings for me.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/14/22

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

What is about the wrong woman? Breaks us every time and still we keep coming back.
Seems like when God made Man, He left out sanity in dealing with women! Nicely done, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

compartmentalize the insanity....but it finds its way out.
thank you, M.J.
j.

[knighngale]

aww, Cilberto, that's a good one! She didn't see you, or he. I love the part of what I like to think sweat in the forehead, great read honey! :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, knighngale,
j.

[knighngale]

your most welcome dear :D

[John the Baptist]

"We are infallible/until we fail." If the other side of the confessional is silent, I'd say that's another one up the chute.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes it is...thank you, John,
j.

[Relic]

The sacred part, the "I do words agreed to at the alter don't always pan out. Some don't even take the rosery seriously. Maybe there's a comparison in the half-dedicated rosery and the value of wedding ring somewhere. I feel like there's a whole lot more to say on this one but the words escape me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your read and words, Relic,
j.