lovely flings

lovely flings

 

 

 

decomposed hearts

it meant to one

not the other

physical mendings

made for emotional bindings

 

lovely is the simple diction of truth

but truth isn't always that simple

the fling is the thing

in which the leaver

has expressive interface

then loses place

 

and haunts in tender meaning

because "meant"

was not part of the barter

 

autumn leaves turn gold

from whimsical romance

then die a thousand deaths

before the fall finds a trade-off

imbalanced

from guilty pleasures

from

 

lovely flings.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/15/22

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Flings are just pauses waiting for the real thing. Like playing with fire it’s all fun until you get your fingers burnt.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your extended visit, andrew,
j.

[Lorry]

I still to this day remember the first girl to break my heart. She was perfect, almost. An angel who I fell in love with before I had even saw her face (well, she was wearing a rather lovely tennis dress, which hugged where it should and bounced where it shouldn't.
I was spellbound, right up until she told me she supported my teams arch rivals. All I could muster was an "oh!" as I headed into the sunset, never to believe in perfection again 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I passed by perfection...thought we were too young...regretted it later...
but life has been good.
thank you for sharing your story, Lorry,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

The golden leaf fall and subsequent decay, a reminder of love gone sour for a myriad of reasons. Some romances are just not meant to be. Lovely fings can on occasions be far more rewarding than lovely flings. They can certainly last longer. Go buy yourself a treat. A new book, a piece of artwork or a new duvet to cosy up to, that's what I am thinking here. An imbalance in feelings is a recipe for disaster as far as relationships are concerned. Some love too little and some love too much. Balance is key. Great piece of poetry here dear J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love that word "myriad"---
yes, some too little, some too much...I was always the latter.
read morelove that word "myriad"---
yes, some too little, some too much...I was always the latter.
thank you for your kind review, Chris.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Yep, me too. Just causes a pile of shite I seem to remember :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob… Love is a Fling in so many ways.. it requires a Degree in Humanity… the caring for another until death… and even then we remember. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am still working on my bachelor's degree, Pat...:)))
I will get there....
you have already gotten a doctorate, I feel.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are so “well read” that the Women are taking Night classes to catch the Handsome Bachelor….to be. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

"autumn leaves turn gold

from whimsical romance

then die a thousand deaths

before the fall finds a trade-off"

[Sami Khalil]

Lovely flings cab be the things of the past but the bite of the apple still stings and memories acquire wings of fanciful repeats and each clings to our present.
Happy Autumn sir Jacob as you keep going strong and viral in your writings.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your kind words, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob.