Borders

Borders

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Borders


on the border of love
slipping into a new country of conjoined souls
borderline psychotic cycling between
crazy in love
and just crazy
letting borders expand
a heart reaching to the other side
blurred lines of emotional vision

border trees turning tentatively
on the border of adolescence
to the border of sin
at the border of eloquent aging
or instant gratification turned
an excessive wrinkling of the outer bark
and inner roots

borderline helplessness, suffocating on your scent
but happily letting go of all borders
just to die in the throes 
of the cherished country

that is you.



erin-cilberto
12/3/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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This was pretty intense. All sorts of borders...I think the metaphor here could be played into exhaustion. Perhaps even crossing unseen borders into the uncharted country of her smile. Delightful!

Posted 18 Hours Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

12 Hours Ago

ah, that uncharted country...would like to really visit it someday.
thank you for your words,.. read more
love every bit of this one jacob ...great metaphor and real....the contracting expanding and reaching and intermingling is a pleasant ride ..when i saw the title i thought...oh boy ...you are tackling a very controversial subject ... and then you give me love ;) thanks for sharing sir
E.

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you for your kind words, E.
Love the pic. great pup, too.
Einstein Noodle

3 Days Ago

Bella, .... she's the best of course ;)
I bet that pen you had in hand was whispering to you and what became a beautiful poem was really the silence of Jacob.

regards,
al

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Al.
j.
In tight spaces we guard ourselves and when the shields come down the relief can be shocking. The freedom can leave us vulnerable. Zero borders and exposed which can be so powerful. I like it Jacob. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you for your kind words, duff.
j.
duff

3 Days Ago

You bet my man. Anytime.
There is a kind of mysterious relief in letting go of the borders, which we mostly redefine ourselves...
This is lovely to read and get lost into. Beautiful piece, Jacob.

Posted 4 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you for your kind review, Yumna...
j.
This is so beautifully romantic, Jacob. When it comes to love, all borders are blurred. There is no "you" or "me"...there is only "us". "Eloquent aging"....is that even possible? :) Love that endures from adolescence through old age is rare these days...and cherished. Just lovely! Lydi**

Posted 4 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.
j.
A fine poem from one of my favourite poems..L3
could be from Kerouac, this has a beat energy and a tempo that races along, so I advise, have a look at this !

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

thank you for your kind words, Leslie.
j.
Beautiful poetry my friend.
"borderline helplessness, suffocating on your scent
but happily letting go of all borders
just to die in the throes
of the cherished country"
The above lines. Amazing and perfect. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

thank you for your kindness, Coyote.
j.
Coyote Poetry

3 Days Ago

You are welcome my friend.
I remember reading silly lymrics to my son, and having to explain the idea of boarder. The lymrics were less silly.

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

thank you, Cory...
j.
borders are acts of great camouflage that vanish us back into craft like a tinker who makes toys or like the Chinese man who fixed the heels on my beetle boots last weekend. He spoke to me in broken English but spoke to his assistant in his native manderin. His borders (his truth) he pounds out each day and perhaps doesn't have a poets mythical expectation that something unsubtle is happening in his inner self. So his names his "shoe repair business" happiness/ and even starts to love it...great poem my friend...dana

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

but there is something poetic about making shoes, i do believe that...i worked in a Brown Shoe facto.. 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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