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 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.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week 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 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week 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.


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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week 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 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week 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 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week 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 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week 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 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week 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 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Light,
j.
light and ashes

1 Week Ago

Always Jacob.
There's a life after every end. But no guarantee that twill be a happy one. Many might say to have a tight grip on grief or to stop crying upon spoilt milk, yet I believe if one mourns all alone and finds relief, none shall invade. One gets up being well at a time.
A very soulful write Sir. Be blessed.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

and yes, we have to find that relief and return to life on our own...that is so true...and a little .. read more
Made me think of Sylvia, obviously, but as for the contents, I now have snow patrols tiny little fractures playing in my head.
I do hope the infinite pieced, 3D jigsaw can be put back together Jacob, into some resemblance of its former glory, although it does sound like one of those impossible anxiety dreams, like guessing rumplestiltskin or counting grains of sand on a beach.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

a rumpled rumplestilskin, eh?
perhaps so...thank you for your words, Lorry,
j.

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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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