Passe

Passe

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Passe


needles,
pinprick tears sting a heart
thimble learning from the dissonance
the sound sews itself onto an ear

but deaf seams don't cry anymore
they just unravel in their own time
and i need you more,
my bare knees scraping the ground

as i come begging
to feel you patch the open skin
of destiny,
that is moribund

with us out of fashion.



erin-cilberto
3/25/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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I feel like an old patchwork quilt.. thread bare.. a see-through existence .. aches and pains with no covering..

Great Metaphors.. as always !!

Jazzy

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jazzy...

j.
J. J.  Nightingale

1 Year Ago

You are welcome jacob..
The emotional scars of the past are only basted together....never tightly stitched. They can re-open far too easily. Passé...with each year that passes that adjective becomes more applicable. As always, your metaphors are just wonderful, Jacob. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your insights and kind words, my friend.
j.
Some people move from love to love like they are taking a trip around the world. Another good one.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Dale.
j.
passe, i feel this way sometimes.
they say what's old is new again and fashions re-emerge. Makes me think of a man cheating on his wife with a much much younger girl and then trying to go back and give that old love a make over. I think I let my personal feelings spill over into the interpretation! :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i really like this angle...thank you for relating to this poem as you did.
j.
Whatever the scars of past, they hang around, waiting for recognition or maybe acting as reminders. They leave teeny marks and/or holes that are merely patched - never really hidden. Perhaps. Here you use words to create metaphors, touches of mystery, touches of sanity.

(Had to amend my poor wording.)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i have a few touches of sanity left...:)))

thank you for your words, emma...
j.. read more
I feel frustration and pain in this one. An ache among the words. Sometimes we're left to beg. The cruel side of affection and being capable of feeling.
Well written as always.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review...
j.
I learned a new word today thanks to you: moribund. I honestly do not believe I have ever seen that word before today which is awesome as I love to expand my vocabulary and therefore I am truly thankful.
As to the writing in general; diction, diction, diction. As with all your writes ever word choice and placement is impeccable! I feel drawn to the next line as though being tugged by an invisible hand, gently enough to not feel threatened but urgent enough to not dare look away. This piece in particular had me feeling a morose sense of longing for a light touch of a familiar feel; a hug or a hand hold from the one I love most. It's writing like this that becomes that necessarily painful reminder to never go to bed angry and always kiss them goodbye because you never know what tomorrow holds or what could happen. Thank you for bringing me into your world once more and making me feel privileged to return a more noble spirit.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you so much for your really kind review, Winslow..
j.
the words ''pinprick tears sting a heart'' had the impact of a locomotive. I adore the tone of your writing Jacob. It touches the heart that i keep pretty closed off.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Ana.
j.
Nothing left but threads clinging to unexpected places. Good write, j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Ted.
j.
fashion speeds as lightning ..the cloth has no feeling but when the sad admission that self has gone passe' it seems a horrible tragedy .. "moribund" ...what a great word choice ...it carries such a sludge one my mind and chest ... bare knees ...i feel that ... :((( i would come over and drag you out for a shot of Tequila if i were next door sir poet! ;)
E.
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thanks for your words, and that offer of the Tequila...
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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