at the table of awareness

at the table of awareness

little boys in suits

wearing sandals to protect 

the bottoms of their scruples

faith is finding out what's under the blouse

socks shed at a Holy Thursday

dinner in silence

hiding the Playboy disposition

under a  napkin on the lap

those thoughts projected 

into stations of the cross

heads bowed in prayer

minds elsewhere

(those beauties with black patent shoes

having a patent on stealing innocence

their wicked adolescent smiles

conniving

while arriving at the somber age

of penance and regrets)

go to bed without dessert

the sundae 

melted in the heat of a moment

they kneel on their hands

praying a little harder than usual

but still thinking of those shoes

and what's really

reflecting up.

erin-cilberto

8/27/17

Reviews

[DIVYA]

praying a little harder than usual
but still thinking of those shoes
and what's really
reflecting up.

Just loved it Mr. Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, DIVYA.....

j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Catholicism tinned in a poem Jacob. The absolute conviction demanded with the absolute exploration of life denied. So very apt.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John.
j.

[Stella Armour]

little boys and their playthings lol,when puberty starts to tingle prayers of a different kind are said haha

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your comment, Stella...

j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Naughty little boys-I love the playfulness in this poem. Great sense of humor and depiction of adolescent angst. Strict Catholic upbringing vs teenage hormones- and the hormones win! Brought a smile...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, and insight, Annette.
j.