scorned acceptance

scorned acceptance

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

scorned acceptance

 

 

brutal beauty

antagonizes his spirit

her eyes, devilish orbs of deep black

her hair dark blond screaming benevolence

her lips soft cactus spilling blood

on the lawn of his lustful interest

 

she owes him nothing

yet feels indebted to his reaching fingers

wincing at his touch

her heart sleeps in interlude

with her mind, somewhere else

 

far away, at hand

his beautiful agony

is her delightful fury

 

in the end,

she lies with him

as he lies once more to her

and in the restless morning

 

as usual

is gone before breakfast

leaving her to weep 

contented tears.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/15/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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DAH
"his beautiful agony
is her delightful fury"

the agony and fury of love, lost love, love that never should have happened;
painful love is a wound that burns wide open ...

Nicely played, jacob!

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your words, DAH,
j.
DAH

2 Months Ago

My pleasure, j.
Those first two lines speak to a person not being in control of their own mind. And that sets up a dynamic which you later turn on its head when he leaves her.

Perhaps the pursuit is the thing and when it’s realized he realizes it wasn’t what he thought it would be. I don’t know. It’s a painful one. They have both been damaged and no longer know how to go on without hurting others. At least that’s how it seems.

Your strong descriptors create such a prickly atmosphere. I’m walking away from this feeling the parched cold nights of the desert.

Great poetry, Jacob.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Eilis,
j.
she seems to be a demon with all the power from the man's point of view, but the debt that's spoken of is purely female. How often do we allow ourselves to be used to simply get it over with, our debt? The price to pay for being born female. Who is the demon here? The lustful man, taking what is thought of as owed, or the demon woman for inducing lust? This one made me think, once again, of the sometimes convoluted relationship between the sexes. Not always so, but often enough.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful words, D,
j.
wow this is pretty sad on both depictions of characters sometimes nothing is in fact better than next to:) never understand why folks live like this... seems pointless

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

it sure does, bunny...
quite pointless...thank you for your understanding review.
j.
his lustful interest
wincing at his touch
her mind somewhere else
she owes him nothing

I left a comment earlier and then deleted it because I was unsure in my mind what was going on here

Either a casual fling or a relationship which is dead. Either way, it's not working and isn't worth the effort. Sex without commitment mentally or spiritually isn't worth continuing. Time to check out.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful review, Chris,
j.
A sad emotional read, nicely presented

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Kesch,
j.
and yet she realizes - too late - the value of his company, his presence. Momentary satisfaction in a permissive society. False sense of hope that true love will enter minds and heart ...and maybe body too!

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful words, kitty,
j.
kitty

2 Months Ago

My pleasure!

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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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