the Wedding Band

the Wedding Band

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the Wedding Band

 

 

the floor kept tipping

and my mood kept tripping

not a sip of wine in my heart

just dizzy on autumn's sardonic breeze

 

a chill in the chords

music in my glass eye

but i still see you in another world

 

parallel to my movement

as i danced to forget,

but each step caused me to remember you more

 

 

until i just wanted to turn off the band,

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weddings make the old ring marks

on my finger reappear,

 

and that floor of memories

just keeps getting more and more claustrophobic 

 

as i teeter in and out of silence

sure to pass out in those dreams

twirling in the arms

of my emptiness.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/4/15

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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Don't we all go for the cake anyway?

I thought your teetering in and out of silence, and twirling in the arms of emptiness, was undeniably apropos for a climatic end. Much enjoyed this, Jacob!

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Kelly...

j.
So pretty! Reminds me of my cousin's wedding. You are so gifted with words, it's scary 😉 Also, sorry I haven't been reviewing lately, I've been busy with classes & work

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

Classes and work come first....i understand the "busy" thing...teaching six classes and trying to ha.. read more
I didn't know I was being review by such a poet! Fine words Mr. Erin-Cilberto. I shall continue to read.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Cris.

j.
The multiple meanings of a wedding "band" is your wordplay at its most deft; the notion of tying a wedding to autumn, where things are more prone to ends than beginnings is a wonderful touch. Your work always elevates, never disappoints.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, W.k.

j.
Quite sad. Sometimes even when you've moved on or think you've healed, some things hit too close to home, trigger memories so strong that it brings you right back and shakes you up a bit. Very beautiful, I love how there was a sense of being in the past and in the present at the same time, like someone struggling to bring themselves our of their memories but not quite achieving it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind words, HippieSoul.

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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