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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dear Jacob... we lived our dreams... but some went up in flames... yet memories live on and art can be found every where... “Pour me another poem” is what we ask for. Beautiful poetry. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Pat.
j.
Pour me another poem... love the title and the poem :))

Reading your poems always makes me want to say this :) one more pls... heheh



Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Galadriel...
j.
My oh my how I’ve missed this site and especially your talent Jacob love this one

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Julie.
j.
The title drew me in and your amazing words kept me there... Your talent never ceases to amaze me. Pour me another poem Jacob :) Julie

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

you are very kind, Julie.
j.
Immortally remembered, sadly lost.

Great read

Matthew

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you, Matthew...
Matthew Kult

4 Months Ago

You are most welcome
Writers, over thinkers, borderline personalities, artists, artists with addiction issues never say their stories in full, leaves their better days and the glimpse of their bad days and just simply stops their role play in life, really thought provoking poetry.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you, Linda....i don't think we ever want to give it all away...but writing is so therapeutic ... read more
I like the way you play with your words.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words...
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 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months 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 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months 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 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Mirror...
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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