circuitous journey as infinity breathes down our throat

circuitous journey as infinity breathes down our throat

 

the burden of secrets

many years kept

a yellow heart

calls itself coward

blood red retraction

of something never said

 

just a somber guilt bred

into growing pains

but sometimes we

cannot go back

and the elephant in the room

is no longer capable

 

of sleight of conscience

tricks.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/13/25

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Don't our mistakes go round and round in our mind never really finding a solution just tormenting. Love that word circuitous.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, andrew, good to see you again and thanks for the comment.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J, not many would say that here lol.

[Chris Shaw]

All that water under the bridge. Once it has passed, it will never return. I reflect and so wish I had said more instead of assuming. Lovely metaphors here j.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have often wished the same, Chris.
Thank you for your words.
j.

[Soren]

Wow! A wonderful set of metaphors here and they seem to ring true often blaming ourselves for things never said. Memory distorts and we attribute past issues to our character. So much in this piece. It is hard for that elephant to do magic anymore.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Soren,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Past guilts can weigh heavily on our present thinking; unanswered dillemas, situations, painful events.
We all seek answers , sometimes we do find, other times it is circles around to no avail.
We all need closures.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

YOu hit the nail on the head, Sami. I am terrible on having things end with no closure...the worst place to end up is "up in the air."

[Sami Khalil]

Wow
Good to know
You are welcome sir Jacob

[PoetSoulTear]

Please read the Quran happy wheels of red colour, which can be found on the internet. I am astounded by the manner in which you have compiled all of this information for our utilisation.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, PoetSoulTear.
j.

[Vol]

Jacob,
I've been there... hauling around a fist sized rock made of words I should nave never said. It is a kind of inconvenience to be strolling along, thinking of other things, but there it is, and you can't put it dow not on purpose, anyway... man, we're built funny! Then you finally try to make it right, and they have no idea what you're talking about...
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, not on purpose...they don't understand us.
Thank you, Vol.
j.

[Vol]

I should proofread...

[Desert Knave]

Too many times we cannot go back to say what was needed at the time. Thought-provoking write. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I would have a few take-backs...Thank you, Jim.
j.

[DIVYA]

As infinity breathes down our throats, the past becomes so alive and vivid...I feel your words, relate to them and absolutely love them. Amazing poetry!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind words, Divya...and by the by, the reading went really well. It was a lot of fun...Even with the glitches, technical problems with Zoom...had about 8 or 9 folks attending with Zoom.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of negative youthful memories returning later in life. Landmines from earlier wars.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Once the landmines are planted...those devices just stay there and wait to go off.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

What was said or done in the past, hangs in the air, pervades thought, space and emotion. There's little or no way of erasing it, its a shadow that hides in dark corners and - it hurts.

If I've understood correctly - or near enough, your words have crossed an ocean and landed safely.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You catch them so well. Thank you, em.
j.