until the other silverware intervened

until the other silverware intervened

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

until the other silverware intervened

 

 

we were inseparable

until we weren't

 

loved indescribably

until the words came

 

basked in youthful exuberance

and hubris 

until the pride of us shattered

into fragments of fairy tale blues

 

i still dream your golden locks

resting on my shoulder

your soft voice, a lullaby

as i drifted forever in the sensuous stream

of you, of us

 

we were inseparable

until we weren't

we were that "us"

until it was just you and i

 

and then, just me

 

the words still fluent

but the heart a writer's block

for happy endings

 

almost described once

when our dreams slept

like spoons...

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/20/17


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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This is a great one! I love the statement in the first couplet . . . it's familiar, but you've made it fresh, using it in a number of varying ways. This stanza sings like a springtime bird:
"basked in youthful exuberance
and hubris
until the pride of us shattered
into fragments of fairy tale blues"
*smile* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Margie.

j.
I've heard the dish ran away with the spoon...I don't know what the fork was doing or what else was going on except there seemed to be a cat fiddling around somewhere and some dog laughing at the entire matter. I hate it when tea boils down to the dregs and there's no joy left in warmth or comfort to be had at the table. I always enjoy reading your works; they inspire the strangest responses in me sometimes though. I beg pardon for my silliness. Continue on gentle poet.

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

quite fun, your silliness...i was grateful for the smile...thank you, my friend.
j.
I read Your words, I grasp Your words, I feel them and I feel that bittersweet pain, when You've stopped in that moment of Love, and everything seemed to continue but that moment, those questions of "if", if I did this or that, would the things were different? but let there be no regret, but bliss, and let Love, be Love, let me be as me, and You as You, let us be we, and together we are Love.

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Light.
j.

the words still fluent
but the heart a writer's block
for happy endings

mmmm these words made me feel like our heart itself if the enemy of happy endings :)
(not sure if you meant it that way)

we always feel that we are perfect duo...then comes the storm... then there is no perfect nor the Duo :) happens most of the times..

i enjoyed this one a lot.

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

what ever you see, is what i meant...i like your words on this piece, thank you much, Galadriel...read more
You're artist, sir. I lack the depth your poems require. Still, my first thought after reading... we love until we don't, until we feel the other pull away, push away. Still, we reminiscence because the memory is better than the present, and the memory is hope for another love, a happy ending with another. Another fine piece of work.

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

your interpretation is spot on...poems mean what they mean to each reader...and belong to the reader.. read more

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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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