tears freeze

tears freeze

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


tears freeze

 

 

a father's imprint

impaled upon my cold heart

but respect's still warm

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/12/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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such an emotional piece here, This is powerful and well written in such a few short words.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you, kescha,
j
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MCS
Powerful read my poet friend.
My father has been gone for a long time and his absence is something I still struggle with.


Posted 4 Years Ago


MCS

4 Years Ago

We do not, and that saying time heals is not true, we just learn to make room for the sorrow. Jacob.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you...been almost three years now...still feel him around, though....
j.
MCS

4 Years Ago

I know what you're saying....
My grandfather passed away years ago..to this day I never really fully processed that he's gone. Sometimes it hits,, a deep, claustrophobic sense of suffocating sadness. The tears come, but in a moment they're gone and It never really sinks in...feels as if he's just been away for too long.
That is what your first line means for me. This piece says so much in so few words. Packs quite a punch.
Well done, you father must have been a wonderful man.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your really kind words, Lyanth,
and yes, he never thought of himself first...a .. read more
Impaled speaks of pain...and respect brings thoughts of mixed emotion. Tight work expressing deep feeling jacob.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, L.E.
j.
this opens many doors, some that welcome some that don't

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you, Dave,
j.
This to me speaks of how I felt at my own fathers funeral, where I felt that I may be broken because I wasn't reacting like everyone else. I think it was because of the unreality of the situation, where your mind still expects to see him in his chair as you walk in, but it also knows you saw him pass. The coldness is the disbelief, but the warmth is from those irreplaceable moments when you laughed and smiled together.
I upset some by smiling, but they didn't deserve an explanation. The explanation was that I couldn't believe he tried corn flakes for the first time in hospital, aged 66. His only comment... They were okay, but I didn't like that semi skilled milk they give you. And yes, he said semi skilled, its not a typo.
The sign of someone great is they can laugh at themselves and be happy people are laughing. I know this will be a deeply personal piece to you, but thanks for reminding me of that time. He passed a few weeks after that, but not before complaining of the side saddle instead of chips on his plate.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

i don't think smiling of laughing would have been bad...at my dad's service...there were stories and.. read more
Their memory is as it should be - an indelible impression. One that we'll never outgrow.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you, Kelly,
j.
Kelly Scheppers

4 Years Ago

You're most welcomed, J. Have your classes started?
jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

today....................
a loving father leaves a lasting mark on a son forever. we can stop the sorrow of missing with warm, fond memories. we honor them by holding vigil in a lasting tribute. we need not let what transpires in life rob us of that which is true and what we hold dear. sharp and poignant ... :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Pete,
j.
I am interested to know what respect means in this poem? I think this poem seems really sad to me. You have this interesting, artful juxtaposition of a father's actions and the impact on the child. Tears freezing makes me think of a person pondering the impact of the father on their life and finding only the warmth in respect, but not love or fondness. What a story in this poem.

Kind regards,

Kianna

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

cold from suffering the loss but warm with memories...thank you for your kind review, Kianna,
.. read more
KTizzle

4 Years Ago

oh whoops! I misunderstood!
jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

oh no...you saw it as it spoke to you....and i can definitely that scenario surmised from this...i l.. read more
I know this one, j. The tears have dried up...emotions as well...yet Dad's fingerprints still make their mark.
Respect is the one thing we have to take away with us.

Short but dynamic piece of writing.
I love it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you, Ted,
j.

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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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