Becoming

Becoming

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Becoming

 

 

and thus he finds solace in a cloudburst

the rain could be his own tears multiplied infinitely

his flesh now sits burned in marmalade ash

 

resin of a rebirth

the heart accepts

with non-defiant regard

 

the child with lightning reaction

opposed,

screamed

despised at times, the weather a father forecasts 

for a son,

 

but now the sky has a certain clarity

the droplets sting his welcoming skin

as well as that parchment soaking

from the tears of his heart--

 

they are each other now

there's always time for breakfast...

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/26/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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dear Jacob... you pour your sorrow in a cup of wisdom to share with your sons.
Perhaps in ages past there have been similar encounters, and the lessons ripple
out and continue downstream. truly an emotional legacy. Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Pat,
j.
yes, I believe we can and do change ourselves many times as we grow older.... my dad use to tell me a little story about how when he was younger he thought his dad didn't know anything but now that he is older he see that his dad has gotten much wiser... he would tell me this after we would argue about one thing or another.... ironic in a way as it was only when I had gotten older that I realized just how wise my old man really was... and we sat down for blueberry pancakes with syrup, 2 eggs over easy, and some bacon.... he especially loved bacon...

your poem allowed me to eat that metaphoric breakfast Jacob.. thank you...



Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

and my dad loved bacon as well...extra crispy, almost burnt, just as his son likes it.
thank .. read more
redzone

1 Year Ago

me too Jacob...
Cool poem........... just keep on writing.....

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thanks, Titan,
j.
Wow. I love the multiple layers of this poem. The metaphors that extend through the poem are really remarkable. I admire the way you were able to do this is a seemingly effortless way. Thank you for sharing

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Morgan...
j.
I think you are describing the perfect storm here as one person achieves rebirth. The words themselves are powerful and yet mystical as each lie deepens into journey one must take to gain to enlightenment. then I could be wrong altogether. It just thunders booming from the sky as the rain hits the ground forming puddles into the dirt.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

never wrong, Shep...as a reader you see what you see and feel what you feel from the work...I like t.. read more
To be one with nature is the best way to achieve happiness

Your cleverness with the words knows no bounds.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Dale,
j.
I wish I had been closer to my father, he was distant.
I suppose I am much like him in many ways, worse in some, but closer to my sons, which I think is most important

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i am glad you are closer to your sons, Dave...i am sure you have much wisdom and such to impart to t.. read more
The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.
Even if we try a million different ways to be different, we eventually fall into line, without even realising it
Though I don't smoke a hundred cigarettes a day. lol

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

good deal on the smoking...i quit many years ago.
thanks for your insights, Paul...and relati.. read more
United they stand... after years of reconing! ...after years of going their own way, doing their own thing...time now for each other. Relateable.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you so much for your words, kitty,
j.
kitty

1 Year Ago

My pleasure!
Funny isn't it j. We fight, we rebel, not wanting to be like the old man, but in the end finding that he still dwells within us.
This reminds me very much of my Dad...wish he were still around.

A good write friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

As I wish of mine...i miss him so much...
and yes, we end up so much like them...
than.. read more

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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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