the day after

the day after

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the day after

 

yesterday i was thankful

today i am remorseful, vengeful

pitiful

leftover regret

undigested

 

kicked the stuffing out of

my heart

 

and left me 

dressing the wound

with a grimace

but no solace

 

no dessert

deserved

or feelings 

preserved

 

dinner ended

you ended

 

and we ran out of napkins

to wipe the tears

off our lips.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/30/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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it's like the last meal of the disenchanted, another fine write with some great lines, eating our own misery for nourishment,

Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

thank you, gram,
j.
Love this metaphor you are the wizard of these

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

thank you, Julie...
j.
To the Bard of Carbondale:
Wonderful set of images you give us here my friend! Love as a dinner party . . . so much is shared of ourselves over eating a meal together. But my thoughts harken back to a previous poem of yours . . . "I Believe." Adam and Eve shared a piece of fruit together that lead to a parting of their true selves . . . which always leads to an incomplete union . . . even in the best of times. Something of this I tried to share in my poem, "A Short History of Failure." Another great poem you have shared with us!!! You always give us something to contemplate . . . love it!!
T


Posted 4 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

thank you for your very kind review, T.
j.
No doubt about it, getting dumped does suck, although it sounds like both parties suffered. Makes one wonder if celibate monks know something the rest of us don't know. The telling showed admirable restraint, but the pain is understood.

Posted 4 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

and monks know about restraint, don't they my friend?
thank you,
j.
You create such heartfelt visuals in this one. The last stanza is so perfect. Amazing, yet again, Jacob.

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

thank you for your kind review, David.
j.
yes sometimes hurts linger on.
i've come to a late realisation that if you can retrain your brain to 'not care' then it doesn't get to you.
it's funny how all these hurts resurrect & come to surface at family events.... unless you have a family rule of 'no reflections or brooding allowed' & only talk about other things.
cheerio carola

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Carola,
j.
This is a fine wee poem Jacob and very true to life. I like that it is simple yet subtle. Your poem catches and describes a scenario that most of us will have experienced. Emotions get tangled and amplified until tears or worse get spilled. You have some lovely touches -' no desserts deserved' and 'ran out of napkins'.
Cheers,
Alan

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

thank you for your kind review, Alan,
j.
clever analogy how you entwined lost love with thanksgiving dinner. there's always next year and new love. tears are water under a bridge but thank god for gravy boats ... :)

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

yes, those gravy boats...nice metaphor there, Pete...thank you for the smile....
j.
Most dinners seem to end with indigestion nowadays. So there’s little to be thankful about. Expecting dessert is too much, I’d be grateful simply to end the meal without an overdose of regret and remorse.

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

i really like your metaphorical response, DIVYA...thanks for that.
j.
Now that is a depressing Thanksgiving poem!!! You should have come to my house, we would have started with cocktails, and after dinner karaoke...maybe that would have fixed things.

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

gee and i was thinking i wrote a happy poem!!!
:)))
just that i always think of how on.. read more
Crowley

5 Days Ago

Oh it was spot on...so many in my family went places and had bad days, especially with the current p.. 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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