resting in your dreams

resting in your dreams

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


resting in your dreams

 

 

in ten years, 

my urn will sit atop your sill

 

you will still be my window

to the poetry of love

although my ashes will be writing

twisted journals

of fiery altercation

 

and putrid eradication

will you sift through my de-boned brain

looking for clues

as to how i saw right through you?

 

will your understanding finally be put to rest

finding a half-full box 

of combustible thoughts

with nothing left to read,

 

the charred remains of a soul

still in love

always in love

looking out that window

with ashy eyes sparkling

still

from that sill

 

you can never burn stagnate passion

into submission,

because it's immovable

and still waiting---

 

even as the light outside

starts to set.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/13/17


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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the fire of passion is always eternal - even as the flames die, the minute ashes will be spilled and very hard to find...

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Sprint.
j.
"...even as the light outside/starts to set" starkly indicates the incredible strength and valiant acceptance of our indomitable human spirit.
There will be no more magnificent urn on anyone's sill, Jacob.
A poem that makes me genuinely proud to be human!


Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Jimmy,
j.
i like it,
but it's kinda like Stings I'll be watching you


Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

interesting...love that song...and i look now at this and can see some parallels.....thanks for the .. read more
WOW....no, passion never dies and once a romantic, always a romantic. Even if that urn holds only ashes, they are still sparking and sputtering with desire. There is a thread of anger too though....you saw through her in life and now you sit on that sill still seeing who she really is. This one leaves the reader with much to think about. I liked it. Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Lydi...
j.
I often wonder at how much stagnate passion, combustible thoughts we carry around in us and yet don't burst and go up in flames. I agree with you, such inexhaustible energy can not really die. Maybe change form but only to live on in some way. A brilliant and beautiful write.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

so good to see you again DIVYA, and thank you so much for your kind review.
j.
What is love, a past lover but a memory to sift through, just tattoos of the mind that cannot be removed. Nice impressive work as always J.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

yes, they cannot be removed...and even if we did erase them, the thought of them still exists and pe.. read more
I love poetry.. not only for how therapeutic it is for me to purge my soul and head into pieces, but for how I can see myself through others reviews.. this magnified by what I see in others writing and their response to my review of their work. To feel and see love through and in another is something I think we all are searching, for there isn't much to compare to, except maybe the longing, or the loss of. this one seems so sad, yet comforting in a way I can't explain. I may be the weird one, but the thought of sifting through your brain was my favorite part--for two reasons... "to see how I saw through you" is so romantic and intimate to me.. there is no way to make a woman feel beautiful as to show them how beautiful they are to you... and to be able to see your thoughts, well duh-- that, I am sure everyone on this site would agree, would be an amazing experience. :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for sharing your feelings regarding this piece, April.

j.
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

ps

i agree about seeing ourselves in others' poetry and reviews...sometimes they see .. read more
AprilRN1210

2 Months Ago

love those moments! .......and might I add, am so tickled I got a p.s.
As the passion for love never dies, the impassioned pleas never stop and the well intentioned understanding never wanes, lovers' dreams keep burning and thoughts stay, warming the hearts. This was sad but very romantic, sir Jacob...:)..............

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful visions, Sami.
j.
Sami Khalil

2 Months Ago

You are welcome. ....::::))))
dear Jacob... love survives even death...
love is sunshine and always appears when
we least expect. Sitting on a window sill reminds me of "My Fair Lady"... "I will never budge 'til Spring creeps over the window sill!
Someone's head resting on my knee ... warm and tender as he can be...". Awwwlll... wouldn't it be wonderful!" your poem is true to life, but I would rather see the sunshine
after the rain. truly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

i would too, and thank you for your kind words, Pat.
j.
A mixture of sadness as the forever romantic still awaits love while contemplating his inevitable demise. And that window bears witness to it every day. As always a fascinating read through the metaphor curtains.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

"through metaphor curtains" that would be a good line for a poem...love that...
thank you fo.. read more

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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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