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artifact

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


artifact

 

 

the emblem of

the scars of

the remnants of

 

due diligence retarded

love misguided

unrequited, disregarded

 

the you, the me, the us

incinerated

extinguished

a burned-out candle

spilling waxed tears

 

all of that

and what's left

the candle holder

 

tucked in a drawer of my mind

something the mirror never sees again

once the rhyming stopped.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/5/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Burned-out candles...the candle-holder now tucked away, in one of those countless drawers, gathering dust in one of many rusty attics, now hardly ever visited. And yet, how all consuming every flame had seemed, when it was fully lit and alive. This is the story of love. Disregarded and discarded eventually and always. Appreciated very much!

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, DIVYA...
j.
Your work is always so inspiring and touching Jacob. I always feel it in my body. So many extinguished us’s in those drawers in our mind.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jen,
j.
This is beautiful and tragic.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Momz....
j.
Got a collection of blackened, burned-out candle holders.
But, I guess, even many lost loves are more love than some have known.
And, after all, they were virtual bonfires, while they lasted.
Impressive poem, J!

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy,
j.
your words often find me searching through the cobwebs in my mind for those memories of burnt candles, waxed tears and lost loves... and then to wonder what if... or what are they doing now... or on occasion, do they ever think about me as well... perhaps, one of these days I'll get it right...

love your poetry Jacob, it always strikes a chord in me.... oh and by the way, haven't been here of late so I like the new photo of you...

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Curt...appreciate your kind words on the poem and the photo..
hope you are doing w.. read more
redzone

1 Month Ago

I keep thinking I will have more of a presence here and then a month goes by before I get back.... s.. read more
This is hauntingly beautiful, for to find our happy ending how many of those candles must we burn...
Enjoyed stopping by Jacob :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your visit and kind words, Ana,
j.
Ana B.

1 Month Ago

Always a pleasure Jacob.
Aw, this plucks at the heart's strings Jacob. A sad write but one which will resonate with many. Love, the burned out candle. That lovely lucent flame extinguished, when once it burned so brightly.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Chris.
j.
Aw a great soulful awesomely metaphoric poem, eloquently expressed Woww!! Your figurative similes are superbly crafted. Yeah try to relight the candle of love's spark. It's a man's job and the woman usually follows. Kudos.

Pls pleez do review/ comment/ add your thoughts on my newest poem too

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, S.
j.
Waxed tears, indeed! ...Artifacts of life..'regrets we have a few but then again too few to mention'. Good memories is what we cling to, to reignite that candle stored

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, kitty...
j.
A very sad poem indeed and like a new jumper once you get a runner , it runs to the end as a constant reminder and not easily repaired now damaged goods. THere’s always an end to a beginning. Funny that.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

yes, there is, andrew...yes there is.
thank you for your words,
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 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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