from one paragraph of life to another

from one paragraph of life to another

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

from one paragraph of life to another

 

 

false eyelashes

open and close

an invitation,

to get caught within

the blink of love

 

contentment or tears

allaying fears,

or a night of sin

then lonely morning dim

 

a single life's ashes or

a heart left with gashes

depends what they chose

 

(just a simple transition)

 

to enter in,

for that blink of love

or a gaze lasting

years.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/1/16


© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto



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Have you ever dated a woman whose false eyelashes were so long, you could hear them fanning the air?
I haven't, either.
The thing I hate most about one "night of sin" is that it, too often, results in years of regret. Seems like a pretty lousy deal.
Excellent work, Professor J!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy,
j.
A gaze lasting years would dry out your eyes, no? Maybe blinking is okay sometimes. Flawless metaphor, nontheless.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

so true what you said...thank you, Elwyn...

j.
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What's the point of having a boat if it never enters the water. We can't go through life unscathed and proclaim that we have truly lived...and how else would we develop the calluses of wisdom. I think we chose the life we live before we ever got here. We are super souls on the other side and suffer amnesia when we're born :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i like your perspective, thank you for your words, lynn.

j.
This confusion that comes about

wondering if we can catch a real glance
and sink into it

between the lashes
passing on all the fake exterior of everything

to see something real

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

quite insightful....thank you, Nisreen.

j.
A matter of choice is a simple transition in that blink. A night of sin followed by a lifetime of gazing ? Or a heart left with gashes. I think the real question here is, do we make our own choices or is there some outside influence batting eyelashes at us? Yet another brilliant write my friend.
bill

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your insights, and kind words, bill..

j.
But who knows when that blink will last? Can we ever really know at first glance? I liked the scattered rhyme in this one. A little different for you. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you again, my friend.

j.
Tis better to have loved & lost than never.....

You know the rest Jacob and this erudite poem so defines Tennyson's scholarly words to perfection !

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

ah Tennyson, "the eagle has landed, then flown"---thank you for your kind words, Tom.

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All the possibilities of a single look, capturing thoughts that seem to go on forever, in a shared instant, that lingers and defies time itself. Lives are lived and lost in these moments, and forever changed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, alife,

j.
the lashes of love indeed:

contentment or tears
allaying fears,
or a night of sin
then lonely morning dim

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Solar.
j.
(a single life's ashes or a heart left with gashes depends what they chose) For me this is the heart of your beautiful write. It can however be interpreted in different ways...so aptly and eloquently written by Connie. I always find your work very interesting, easy to read and a pleasure for having done so! Happy New Year Jacob my friend. ~Sharon



Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Sharon.

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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