Next Door

Next Door

i saw a rose broken off of its stem

and felt complacent

to be adjacent to a family of them

and placed on firm arrangement

love is a rose I heard

these people consistently bloom

in unison

and my cohesion with sanity

is attached

to their plot in the garden 

I may make it my own one day.

erin-cilberto 

12/31/25

Reviews

[Kady R.]

Hii Jacobbb,

What a wonderful poem about broken roses and love. I enjoyed reading work about nature but how you relate the natural world to human encounters is such a talent. I wouldn't have predicted where you were going with the poem. Thanks for the unpredictable poem Jacob!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Kady.
j.

[Lorry]

I could think of worse plots to be my final resting place Jacob and how poetic it would be for you to nourish those blooms so that someone else might write of their beauty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Lorry.
j.

[BuzzyB]

When we see happy places, filled with life and love, we are drawn to them and we want to belong. So if we are taken in, we are blessed. A beautiful write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind words, Bee.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A rose broken from its stem speaks to me of sadness. Roses are at their best in the garden blooming in the scented warmth of summer. Roses remind me of people. They remind me of family, togetherness and the beauty of close relationships. Roses in bloom make me feel happy.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

They make me feel that too, Chris.
Thank you,
j.