the most current game

the most current game

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the most current game

 

a relegated source of intrigue

i was your busy for awhile

your dandy distraction

your intimate diversion

 

and excursion

into self-acceptance

loving me was loving you

and i bought into the agreement

 

no prenuptials

just perpetuals

until there weren't

i was unguarded

when you discarded

 

a bad hand, tossed in

a blue chip investment

turned to the red side of the ledger

a goodbye gremlin

 

tossing and turning in a moonlit

roulette wheel

a shooting star crashing into sense

 

you found busy in another sphere

and i became an idle heart

lounging in your memory

 

a rocking chair figure of speech

a thesaurus of adjectives

looking for a new noun to modify

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/5/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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Jacob,
Good images and movement . . . like sliding relentlessly into rejection and feeling its effects.
I really like your last stanza. Seems a resignation, a an acceptance of reality in this world. Am I wrong here?!

Tom



Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, Tom,
j.
The game . it really is a game when meeting another person , the intentions masked to not be so reviling. Everybody is trying to play a safe easy going game until completely being fooled in the dogmatic perception that it is not a game ! So fearful and confused and the works. However if we all put our cards down and grabbed a glass of water took a breath and drank we would remember the laughable matter of " let's not take this so seriously, its only a game ." then the game could commence with relief and joy. Just a thought brought from this great read . thank you for sharing . we see and feel the pressure of the game often.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

if only we just loved....no games...yes, grab that glass of water and take a breath...i like that..... read more
I do understand these words.
"you found busy in another sphere
and i became an idle heart
lounging in your memory"
The above lines. Painful and true. Thank you Jacob for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Coyote.
j.
Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.
they never taught you at school that love may not last but then again so do crushes!.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you as always for your insights, andrew.
j.
Sometimes we keep repeating the same mistakes hoping to find a solution once and for all, isn't it.

The heart breaks, still it finds way to love again, to be broken again - the story keeps repeating making us wonder what is it that we end up doing wrong...

its a sad story , i hope a happy chapter brings back the smiles :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

so true, Galadriel...
so true...
thank you,
j.
okay Jacob, I though we agreed that you would stop breaking my heart with your poetry... shaking head with the knowledge your words bring... "I became an idle heart lounging in your memory", wish I would have wrote that...

how is it that we so often lose in opening our hearts??? I want some shooting stars damn it!!! ;0) even one would be nice...




Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

i would rather have lost than not open the heart and feel...
thank you, Curt
always ap.. read more
redzone

6 Years Ago

I agree Jacob... still hurts though, the losing, not the loving...
The bitterness at having been used by a shallow serial user fairly drips from every line of this one. The tying together of so many unique images is truly impressive. The only use of old pains is that sometimes they can be the impetus to fine art. Well done.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, John.
j.
Ah, a lesson in love, or mistaken love. We're often the trial drug for someone's deficiencies, or a play thing until they find a new toy (pick whatever metaphor fits). Then, we're left nothing but a memory, and sometimes a good lesson. Another great piece, J!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Robert.

j.

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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 a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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