perfect crease

perfect crease

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

perfect crease

 

 

 

black slacks, 

pressed with perfect crease

like the crease in my heart

as i adjust my forlorn tie

rigorously trying to look good for you

 

even though from within that stained wood house

of rest,

you cannot see me,

your eyes permanently closed to ordinary gestures

of gentlemanly predisposition

lids burned tightly shut

 

your skin still kindling

a soul gone up in smoke

i think you smiled at me

through the orange fog

as the heat swept you under its wing

 

black slacks,

pockets deep with sorrow

kerchief red with pained drops

jacket of sour demeanor 

hangs in uneven tempest

 

i think i heard your spirit sing

within a Cardinal's serenading

as I walked past the oak

after the last goodbye

and something hurt my eye

 

and stained my

black slacks,

pressed with perfect crease.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/16/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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The cardinal's persistent "tweet . . . tweet . . . tweet . . . tweet. You know it's a bad day when you lose a love, get struck in the eye with bird poop and your best pants become a target . . . but take heart
. . . that perfect crease will get you through!
T.

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your words, and the smile, Tom,
j.
Getting ready to say goodbye. The important, but also insignificant in the great scale of things, detail of the well ironed clothes. We tend to cling onto rituals in these moments when everything feels so fluid and slipping away, falling apart, but we keep trying to hold on to some sense of control. Sad but a nice one :)

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

wow, so insightful Angela...
yes, we concentrate on the trivial in times like this to take ou.. read more
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Gosh Jacob, feels like a heart dressed for the funeral of a love that's lost.
Fantastic.

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Ana,
j.
.

6 Months Ago

Welcome :)
Good-bye is an oxymoron. Cardinals are conduits and ashes burn love’s eyes shut. Your images are indelible. Your poem dissolves my words in silent admiration of yours, j. Only perfect creases in black slacks remain...

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Annette,
j.
This one bears the double somberness of not only being about a funeral, but a funeral for someone who died tragically in a fire. I sense it was a close relative and this is a memory from childhood or adolescence. Apparently the speaker in the poem witnessed the tragedy and is now offering a last farewell. I also sense what we are seeing in memory took place in a cathedral, because a Cardinal is conducting the service. This could be a PTSD type memory brought on by an anniversary date. Not much to recommend about funerals. I believe I will instruct my friends to just throw a party and lift a glass for me.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your reading, John...interesting how you did interpret..and i can see that...
a.. read more
'Have I lived up to expectations?' even though the expectation is perhaps no more than in the mind, is a question that we all ask on occasion. You have lived a life longer than mine jacob; and as yet I have not felt the burdensome sorrow of the passing of those that matter the most. When I do, I shall strive my utmost to present the perfect crease.'

Poignant; an oft overused word, but perfectly suited to this poem.

Beccy.

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

Beccy,
thank you for your really kind review, and understanding.
j.
That bird on the window pane used to sing sweetly after a loved one’s departure. I always hoped there was more to that song. What touches me the most is the human hope in your words in the complete knowledge of loss. That somewhere they still see us and feel what we feel. Even when the last ashes of cremation have been blown away in the wind.

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

wow...your response is better than the poem itself...thank you for your compassionate words, my frie.. read more
We want to look good for them...no matter the occasion...we need to come up to their expectations...even when they are no longer there.
That perfect crease...the tie knotted they way he taught us...a shine on our shoes...all to tell him, this is what you have made...Am I OK?

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

i really like this interpretation...thank you, Ted,
j.
Whichever way I look at these words, or indeed I try to look at them and catch a glimpse of what lies beneath the surface, for some reason, or reasons, I feel a great sadness and a sense of unmeasured loss.. On this occasion, I am not sure whether that was your intention, or whether you needed to offload within a medium and format you are truly competent... whatever, this is certainly a most memorable poem jacob..... Neville

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Neville...appreciate your visit.
j.
Neville

6 Months Ago

my pleasure sir
haha you through me with this one. I was overwhelmed by images of Catholic faith, the confession box and the feeling of loss or dissatisfaction from the experience. I think the Cardinal is responsible. Nice read as always to ponder on!

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your visit and words, andrew.
j.

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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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