a pulse in the ashes

a pulse in the ashes

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

a pulse in the ashes


artifacts of artificial love
years of bones fossilizing heart's breath
fusion is memory burned into casket grief
 
there is a name on that stone
i have become,
is it mine?
 
when will the service be over
i would like to move on now,
before mortality writes the sordid script
 
i can no longer edit,
even if all that is left is skeletal tissue
i want to dry my eyes of the past
 
with you
as my
forever resurrection
 
my Lazarus ending...
 
 
 
erin-cilberto
12/15/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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The title drew me immediately, a real headline! And the piece as always takes us on a journey into the soul of someone who hurts but is still full of hope. As always the form and flow are sublime.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, John,
j.
Jacob,
There is much mystery here (at least for me).
Which side of the veil do you have the speaker
give this testimony? I can see it either way.

"A Pulse in the Ashes". Does love ever truly die beyond the grave!?

All the best,
Tom

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Tom,
j.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

You have crafted a poem to compliment Dylan Thomas' poem nicely.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Dale,
j.
I related to this, Jacob. Never say die until you're dead.
You, of course, were able to put it far more elegantly.
N.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Norman.
j.
This put a smile on my face because its that well written. Each line matching the next.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, duff.
j.
duff

1 Year Ago

My pleasure.
Great title and theme of love’s rebirth in this amazing poem j. This is certainly the right season for that message. Like old Lazarus, we can always love again. As always great metaphor, alliteration, imagery. Excellent write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Annette.
j.
your incredible title pulled me in and held me fast.. I may be wrong, but I see you or someone looking down upon themselves, already committed to the ground and before some anticipated resurrection, or re-birth, maybe to some higher level.... whatever the case, here's wishing you and your's a blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year... Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your insightful review, Neville...and a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you as w.. read more
Neville

1 Year Ago

always a pleasure my friend
N
There is much here, j. that speaks of looking back and questioning decisions and regrets. Life changes and hardens and our 'shell' thickens in self-defense. We can hope to move forward and, since I detect a bit of the resurrection of Scrooge in this, become better people in the time we have remaining.
The ending becomes Lazarus rising.

Good write, j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i really like your Scrooge reply, Ted..it does fit...very well, thank you.
j.
so somber sir ... lots for me to reflect on as i read ... it is my nature to want to interject some positive something ...but ".. Lazarus ending" kind of pops a cap to me noodle .. Merry Christmas my friend! :)
E.
ps. i think its the pulse in the ashes that counts ;)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, and Merry Christmas back at you, E.
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 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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