when the Bees sing his praises

when the Bees sing his praises

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


when the Bees sing his praises

 

 

picture me in your arms

then drop the Bell Jar

let me shatter into a million pieces

with you holding me together

 

like a glass menagerie

personification running amok

your heart remembering me once

don't worry,

 

i'll seal myself up

you won't need to

as long as the pieces of me

can recreate some form

 

of what i was before we met.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/9/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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This poem reminds me of how people find me on FB years later & expect me to be the same person as when they knew me long ago. There was a time in life when the people pleaser would've tried to be whatever someone expected me to be, but no longer scraping my pieces together to suit anyone! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you for sharing how you relate to this piece, Margie.
j.
i love this Jacob, I totally relate

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you so much, Cassie,
j.
This piece speaks to me of a kind of necessary brokenness. In the piecing back together, we learn much about ourselves, especially if we have had a different view of ourselves through the eyes of another. I feel there's a line or two missing, but that could be your point. The jagged edges of the lines lead to a teetering unknown. Very good work.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jennifer,
j.
Yes as often after a long term relationship be it a spouse or friend that’s come to an end, we do have to figure out who we are or were beforehand or who we decide we want to be now without them.
A thought provoking piece .

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

i appreciate your insightful review, Katrina...
j.
Yes we are never the same, sometimes the growth from experience changes us and we lose that innocence and those dreams we had. Irreversibly altered state of being that can only change going forward.


Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful words, andrew,
j.
Not sure what the references to Sylvia Plath and Tennessee Willians mean here, although both of those writers were emotionally fragile people. The speaker here seems to be fragile also, especially after going through what appears to be a disastrous love affair. The healing seems to be yet incomplete.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

i appreciate your words, John...thank you for the read and review,
j.
Every heart break does allow for reformation, doesn't it? The question is how will we reform the pieces. Great piece, Jacob.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

yes, that is the question...thank you, Pryde,
j.
Makes me think of my divorce. How I got so wrapped up in being a husband I had to take a journey to find who I was in the aftermath.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

i had to do that after my first one...thanks for understanding, Dale.
j.
I can shatter into countless bits and shards and still gather my pieces and glue myself together if you’re there. If you remember me, even if for a moment, I forget myself.
We can weather the darkest of storms and reach the shore where we began, if that compass in us remains.
A painstakingly glued together piece may not be as great as the original picture yet it’s still preferable to nothing at all.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

exactly...it is preferable to nothing at all...ain't that the truth.
thank you for your words.. read more
This is a nice take on healing after a break up. Beautiful work as always.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Light,
j.
Allie Brumfield

4 Months Ago

Always Jacob.

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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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