the book of love

the book of love

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the book of love

 

 

 

they say a tree grows in Brooklyn

i think one grew in the Bronx, as well

on its vast two foot square plantation

 

the diversified leaves

in a city of vast color

all of us protruding shady dimension

 

all of us resting our heads

on cotton pillowcases

skin against fabric

 

branches of similarity

the roots in concrete binding

enclosing hearts

 

that all look the same

when vision blooms

with the same spring song

 

that bends all ears

equally.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/19/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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You remind me of a time when I lived with my family, when roots were so important. They were times where everyone seemed to have the same decent values, no matter their religion or colour. I can't remember conflict. I can only remember decency and crime was low. No matter our tree, the roots were firmly established. Something has changed. I see conflict now where once I saw unity. We are the poorer for it. That's how your words spoke to me Jacob.

Chris

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

i remember as you do, Chris...thinking of my days in NYC...how safe it all seemed when I was just a .. read more
I totally identify with your scenario and the feelings evoked J. “All of us resting our heads..on cotton pillowcases..skin against fabric”- how I remember those days. The deceptive simplicity of form and language bely a deep and profound tenderness, a sense of extended family, in this gem of a spring poem. Flowers bedecking wallpaper, upholstery, dresses, linens, windowboxes....you let us see the cherished purity of that time. One of my favorites of yours absolutely. You and I both reveled in that tree that grew magically in the Bronx. Bravo!

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

i know you can relate, Annette...and i really appreciate that...
thank you for your kind revi.. read more
I look to the newly budding ,blooming trees and see the curtain rising on new life. The concrete surrounding them does nothing to diminish their beauty or the hope for the future. To enjoy their present state and waiting to feel and hear the summer winds that will rustle their leaves You present a beautiful reminder to appreciate what nature provides for us.
Take care - Dave

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Dave,
j.
Dave

4 Weeks Ago

You give much kindness in your writing - it's a pleasure.
Dave
NYC, whether Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens, etc... a vast diversity of human beings and yet no matter where we hail from are human beings, one species living on one planet and the vast majority living a sparse life, like that tree surrounded by concrete.... in some ways Jacob your poem took me to that famous Oscar Wilde quote, "we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars".... we may be surrounded by concrete but we dream of the forest.... anyway, as usual I am tripping out on this poem uprooting the traditions of 'oneness'.....

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

i really appreciate your response, Curt...and the Wilde quote...so true.
even from the gutter.. read more
A tree with buds waiting to be free when summer arrives
with skies of sun and rain releasing the breath of Spring...
when lovers awake and feel the earth move where hearts
conspire to partake in the communion of saints and sinners...
truly inspired, Pat

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

i am glad you took a positive take on this one, Pat...
was hopeful of that.
thank you .. read more
The contrast of the tree, the epitome of everything bountiful and natural in nature, rooted in concrete binding was sharp for me. Concrete somehow carries somewhat negative connotations for me as I associate it with ruthless modernization and destruction and anonymity of the humans dwelling in it. So for us to grow out as trees from that concrete foundation, sharing sameness in all that diversity, thriving to the same songs of life and of spring is such a lovely example of humanity and it's tenacity to grow in any milieu, flourish in any adversity. This was such a brilliant metaphor, Jacob...

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

your response has such incredible insight...I learn often from reviews of my work exactly where my h.. read more
DIVYA

4 Weeks Ago

You are welcome always, friend. It's great to read such depth in poetry and to be able to dwell upon.. read more
I sense that the tree is unique and that everything and every being is alike, but the tree also brings life to a city of concrete, sameness. A great thought and well written, of course.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Betty,
j.
This poem just flows so beautifully. I love it.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Fairy,
j.
After a long winter , spring is such a welcome sight, I imagine the one little tree amidst all that urban backdrop felt out of place like many of us do even though we are all alike , all dream, all bleed our own way within our environments caged or otherwise.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review, Corset...
one of my memories of Bronx...one tree on each bloc.. read more

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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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