Still Carrying your Books in my Mind

Still Carrying your Books in my Mind

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Still Carrying your Books in my Mind

 

 

 

a reprimanded student of love

detention with no touch

 

lips mumbling alone

not touching other lips

 

the essay disorganized

feelings full of fragmented refuge

 

calling your name from the principal's office

empty hallways answer

 

my own voice

the textbook, heartbreak echo

 

studied your heart for nothing

I would never graduate into your life.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/27/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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This poem carried me back to my school days and thoughts about more than one crush; none became what I'd hoped at the time. Thank goodness for that (some wacky women now). Still, others and I can identify now as adults with past and more recent broken hearts. Thanks for another great one, J.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Robert,
j.
A rather sorrowful poem, but so well expressed. I think many have 'studied hearts for nothing' and will identify with this. I love the idea of 'carrying your books'. Isn't that what little boys did to the girls they wanted to get with, on the way to school? And we still do it, metaphorically as adults!!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you, and yes we still do, metaphorically...
appreciate your words, Aunt Astri.
j.. read more
Great Aunt Astri

6 Years Ago

:}................
A charming, metaphorical, rather futile poetic account. A lot like my life; sans the charming, metaphorical and poetic.
Your poem takes me back--to even more painful times.
Thanks for the memories, Mr. Non-Hope!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

oops, sorry for the no-hope...and the bad memories...but thank you for your kind words,
j.
Jimmy Yetts

6 Years Ago

Only joshin', Jacob.
Outstanding poem!
Remembering those days.. the arts of cruelty.. being looked straight through as if-
Shouting inside..never being heard.

Some times we never recover from....

Good One !!

Jazzy

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jazzy.
j.
J. J.  Nightingale

6 Years Ago

You are welcome jacob......... J.J.
I really love how you've developed the high school/student theme here as well as the contrast between the paired lines. wonderful job!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words,
j.
This one deserves coffee and a Cafe` table.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you, Chris...we'll share i chat, and i'll buy.
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 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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