love's rematch

love's rematch

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

love's rematch

 

 

salty composure

Hedonistic compunction

love thrown over a shoulder

but the luck is just dry tears

the umbrella punctured with stinging emotion

 

a heart flailing at clouds

with ineffective fists

clenched dreams lose the fight

once broken, there is no second-ten count

the fight is called before it starts.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/5/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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Few second battles are won by anyone.
"once broken, there is no second-ten count
the fight is called before it starts."
After the initial battle. Raw heart want to rest and run from the war zone. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

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

7 Years Ago

You are welcome my friend.
do love rematches work or follow the original course it was on, once tarnished the stain is not easy to remove.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

so true what you say...not easy to remove...but often we try even if we got knocked out in the first.. read more
oh my goodness ...you have captured the "no chance cowboy" perfectly ..yeow! ouch ..one can't just lay there in the street bleeding but why get up when you just get knocked down again ..i love this gritty, real, straightforward poem ... the elephant in the room is the cold heart of Ms. Love ...ouchy ouch ouch! ;)
E.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, E.

j.
In most of my love matches, I would have needed a knockout to get a draw.

Two lines much appreciated:

"Love thrown over a shoulder."
"The umbrella punctured with stinging emotion."

Skillful creation!

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy.
j.
and yet some still try,try again ... sometimes it is easier just to move on, other times we just feel we need to fight the fight ...

nice one my friend X

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

yes, we just keep fighting against all odds.
thank you, KWP...
j.
There are no do-overs in love, are there? Sometimes a relationship is doomed from the start. Great metaphor here. Lydi**

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

and do overs usually turn out the same...what isn't meant to be, isn't meant to be.
thank you.. read more
Lydia Shutter

7 Years Ago

True enough, Jacob.
And what if it's just an interval after which the fight resumes? For some people it is a fight, while for others, a game just played to win over..
Nicely worded..

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

i really like your insights...thank you, Yumna...
j.
Dr. YumnaKay

7 Years Ago

And I like your poems which me think hard.
You're welcome, Jacob. A pleasure reading 😊
This provokes images of such futility and its physical manifestations as we rage 'at the moon' in pain, disbelief and anger when our relationship in ended on one side.,

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful comment, John.
j.
Sounds like some below the belt cheap shots were taken leaving a flurry of bruises. Sometimes things fall into place the second or third go around. The players may change though.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

so true, Ana...so true...thank you for your words,
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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