Decomposing a poem

Decomposing a poem

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Decomposing a poem

 

 

 

the finality of your curt goodbye

rattled the posture of my bones

i slipped out of my skin into 

calcium contrition

trying to detox my disbelief

 

but there is no mausoleum in which to store the memories

to make them less addicting

i am a grave digger with a shovel of remorse

wishing i had understood

how i buried your love so deeply into my heart

 

because i now stand confused

at the headstone of our connection

holding flowers that wilt

with inconsolable longing

as i anticipate my next fix

 

of tears.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/3/15


© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto



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Jacob erin-cilberto,
"Decomposing a peom"
So many endings we must face in this life and it is a process of greiving which we must process through. We do it by writing and by pondering and by thinking.
Your poem is an epitaph to the lost feeling which comes from hope deferred. I commend you because you keep on getting up and sharing your feelings and thoughts and learning and helping others by writing.
Bless you so much!
Kathy

Posted 3 Months Ago


the end of a relationship is so final, it is a death in itself whether it be now or into the future in this well written piece

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind and insightful words, andrew...

j.
I really like the opening. Very strong. I find the choice of detox as opposed to detoxify very significant, as it ties into the addiction theme at the end.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, KL...
j.
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The second stanza is so perfectly written. How many of us can relate to this!! Great write! I enjoyed this very much :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, EileenMarie.
j.
i do not think i have ever read a more exquisitely penned poem about the death of a relationship.

exceptionally beautiful piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, rubie.

j.
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dan
jacob, This is remarkable, outstanding. The second stanza speaks of a mausoleum storage place for memories and grave digger with a shovel full of remorse; you are still the master of the extended metaphorical composition. When I sometimes wonder why I write I think that I'm hoping that one day my writing will approach how well done yours are. Tremendous piece! take care...dan

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

you are very kind in your review, dan.

thank you.
I love the analogy here, the death of a relationship.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your words, marcus.

j.
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What would you write, I wonder, if not for bleed of metaphoric sorrow?

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

good question, lynn,

thanks for your words,

j.
Sorry for your loss my dear friend but look what poetry you gained!

Regards,
Al

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you, Al...

j.
This is quite sad. You mr Jacob inhale very good poetic words and please tell me where all this words come from This is very very good. I love you work.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Cassie...

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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