the prism of the moon

the prism of the moon

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the prism of the moon

 

 

spitfire jeans of adolescent denim

prolific pockets speak a backseat language

 

dawn breaks,

and curfews whine

comfort shoes walk her to the door 

of the confessional

and we smile,

knowing after the whole penance thing

we will be back next week,

 

the engine still running

windows shaded with the aroma of sensuality

a road taken with reckless abandon

 

consequences be damned 

before the zippers lock up the fresh wounds

we happily bleed,

 

the days accept the nights

and we accept the light

reluctantly driving toward a future

 

of Dockers

modest skirts

tire track memories

of when blood ran with temperature

and we left skid marks

on the bandages of guilt.

 

erin-cilberto

2/3/18


© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto



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YAY! Love this bright buoyant ditty from you! I was there the whole way, sharing the well-described memories in your very unique style . . . except for the part about being grounded (my childhood home was so broken, nobody cared if I stayed out all night). I also really love the perfectly-chosen details to denote the unavoidable chore of "growing up" -- ho hum! (at the end)! *smile* Fondly Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Margie...sorry that you dealt with what you did in your younger days... read more
This read like the trials and retributions of spent youth and being creatures of habit, how we come back for more. Meanwhile the red moon aura will be back for the next generation.🤔

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

yes, it will, andrew...yes it will.
thank you,
j.
Wow, hot blooded days and youth's driving force.
I enjoyed this metaphorical piece of yesterday no end... am sat here smiling as well :)(well, just a little)

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

ha, thanks Stella...appreciate you sharing your smile...
j.
"...knowing after the whole penance thing
we will be back next week."
Priceless.
Cleaning the slate so more can be written.
An awe-inspiring piece of work!

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy.
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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