toy boats and streams of consciousness

toy boats and streams of consciousness

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

toy boats and streams of consciousness

 

 

 

 

you came wrapped in treacherous smile

ribbons which paper cut my heart

the bleeding is profusely slow

and along the way, band aid relationships

have desensitized the pain,

 

but in the end band aids lose their grip

from years of tears

and that blood of not belonging

starts to re-flow like a creek

that longs to dry up, 

rather than cascade into a damaging

flood

when it thinks of you.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/23/15

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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We spend much of our time papering over the cracks; doesn't work though, the gift, and the 'curse' of memory sees to that.

Beccy.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Beccy.

j.
we never really do "get over" the first real love, the one who steals our heart and then crushed it with the kind of wound that never heals do we... paper cuts is a great metaphor here Jacob.. I like your use of "creeks" here, as they usually dry up, but you have it wanting to dry up as tears often do... but not before filling creeks, rivers, oceans even, when it comes to love and in this case "streams of consciousness"...

So, Jacob, got any room in that "toy boat" cause there are a number of us out here swimming in these "treacherous smiles" and sinking fast...

redzone

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

plenty of room Curt..plenty of room....

j.
I wish the life jacket would apply here but unfortunately you are on your own and alone. Watch out for the Rapids, stop, pick a spot and go for it.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

yes, we do need to pick a sport and go for it...

exactly...

thank you,.. read more
Heart paper cuts have got to sting the worst--especially when regularly doused with masochistic memory's most caustic kerosene.
Also, according to this poem, when you're (infrequently, I'm sure) told to "dry up," it could be good advice.
You are the master of metaphorical excellence, gifted-yet-humble poet.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Jimmy,

j.
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Gives you some gorilla glue all gift wrapped with hope and healing :)
Did I say awesome? You know I love it, wrote one kinda the same

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, lynn....:)))
jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

i wonder if gorilla glue would be strong enough...oh well...just call me "Patches" :)))

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8 Years Ago

patches make the best quilts :)
Smiling here as I write. Band aids are great for some wounds, but others require more attention.
In medicine, when the blood will not clot we must cut deeper and tie off the bleeders. We must burn the flesh to cauterize oozing and close layers upon layers carefully sealing the damaged tissue under intact flesh. We must wrap and create pressure. Then we must dress and redress the wounds. We must allow reassure from built up fluids to drain and release. Finally, we must allow rest and time... We must take nourishment for the entire self to heal the broken pieces. And learn to live with the scars...
Anyhow... You got me thinking. The body is one big metaphor to the soul.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind words, David.
And i agree...yes, it is all one big metaphor.----.. read more
Those treacherous smile gift wraps get you every time and the wounds never quite heal like others do. They always leave there scars. Beautifully captured Jacob.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words, alife.

j.
LMBO at Andrew's and Ed's review... oh my God too funny....
Here your write is bleeding profusely from the heart.
They seem to be unable to watch your heart bleed.
So one slaps ya upside the head with That's the stuff that'll Kill ya.
I can see him passing you on the street in a white sailors suit smiling and whistling and slapping you as you fall from a wounded bleed from your chest. And the other saying get up your taking up the sidewalk.
OMG Too funny...
Oh NO.. and here I am the third one, laughing.... OMG.


Posted 8 Years Ago


Cryingkate

8 Years Ago

My Friend, my reply has haunted me all day/night. I hope you know I would never laugh at you. I hope.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

it's cool, Connie...
Cryingkate

8 Years Ago

Thanks...... A bunch..........Phew..........:-)
that's the kind of stuff that will kill you, merry christmas jacob

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Ed...and merry christmas to you as well...

j.
sometimes you are just over it! and no band aid will patch the wounds/sadness inflicted, just let it all out and move on!

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words, andrew,

j.

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Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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