servant to her sacrifice

servant to her sacrifice

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


servant to her sacrifice

 

 

serendipity

scarcely plays out

in her wounded womb

 

the lottery of her indentured love

so random

she believes only in cloudbursts

 

and fading sunshine

since his smile disappeared

with half her heart

 

and she feels sure

in the future

to only happen upon 

 

an estranged silence

when the chance encounter

occurs.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/15/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Your poem brings to mind those who seek "closure" . . . (my opinion) --> encounters after a break-up are more likely to be "estranged silence" or a mean re-hashing that doesn't bring closure. Sometimes ya just gotta give up on the idea of gaining closure (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your insights, my friend...
j.
Sad and a veritable punch in the solar plexus. It is so weird, i have a friend who is going through this exact same scenario break free. You have a way of getting to the root or real life in a beautifully creative way. Great job Jacob.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Crowley,
j.
That last stanza was powerful and spoke to me. She fears an estranged silence should a chance encounter occur. That is really hurtful if you have loved someone deeply and you feel you are going to be met with a wall of silence. Them pretending that you hadn't existed. That sucks.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Chris,
j.
such an emotional write here....

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you, Kesch,
j.
Nothing cuts deeper than the utter indifference from someone who has had all you had to offer

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Momz
j.
MomzillaNC

4 Years Ago

You're very welcome
I think of a bluesy song when I read this . . .
T

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you, T.
appreciate your visit.
j.
She loved and lived and gave her all, forfeited niceties - ne'er went to a ball : now hope is lost , her chance has past, that chance encounter was a non event!

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your words, kitty,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

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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