pour me another poem, please

pour me another poem, please

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

pour me another poem, please

 

 

she was just pieces of herself

lost nights

another bottle waiting for dawn

her guitar soaked with beer

and blank pages of her life

 

flames consumed what was left

she was just pieces of herself

and the blue tips

of those flames

 

the liquor cabinet

(almost empty)

would never give away her secrets

 

and the smoke filled residue

of her existence

was a few cursive poems

 

and a glamorous black and white photo

of her better days

 

before the puzzle began unraveling 

and our hearts laid her to rest.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/15/17


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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very good use of imagery that teases,taunts ,reel in and reel out the reader...a kind of crazy waltz and then the end...so please pour me a poem please.
excellent work of art

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Dees...

j.
That title line is the kind of brilliance that makes the rest of us feeble poets turn green. I love the kind of breathlessness of the pacing, as well as the clever extended metaphor & awesome imagery! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Margie...

j.
yes, this is a tale of what writers go through to birth a new write.

"and our hearts laid her to rest." Only readers can lay her to rest. beautiful write Jacob.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Mirror...
j.
Every phrase you create makes a thought live, jacob.
Too often a facade dripss a craziness where once was a beautiful talent.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, em.
j.
In this case the trigger was booze that fed the lines of she and maybe fed the writer now recollecting memories that need to be softened.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, andrew,

j.
and the smoke filled residue
of her existence
was a few cursive poems

and a glamorous black and white photo
of her better days

Beautiful and more...Enjoyed, appreciated!

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you , DIVYA.....
j.
This is gold. I absolutely love it. Is it spontaneous writing or did you make some sort of planning before writing it? I am asking due to the fact that the verse looks so natural...almost like it poured out of you without stopping. Thank you so much for this poem, really.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

they just pour out, Ariana...

i am ore like a conduit for the muse than a poet.
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This one hits home. Flippant comments would take away from the feeling.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Jon....

j.
ah! another good read by the great jacob erin-ciberto. always a joy to read one of your works.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, ruth....
j.
Metaphoric mastery unsurpassed. She was a drink best taken cold..at the end. “ She was just pieces of herself”-stellar line. Stark verses evocative of a poetic life interrupted, chronicled in unforgiving black and white, “unraveling” before all eyes. A worthy homage. A profound tribute.





Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Annette.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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