I love you

I love you

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


I love you

 

 

i'm popping blisters

in the early dawn,

sleep deprived poems

scratching the bed post

 

the sores are semantically infected

i'm poetically declined

rambunctiously inclined

to look for my shoes

get rid of my blues

 

take a quick jog on my keyboard

running in place

i can embrace

a muse's breakfast

with a cup of connotation

diluted with too much caffeine cliche

 

the blisters hurt when they pop

the puss of plagiarism runs

i can't think of my own words

i'm too wired

 

still too tired

me and

 

the poems.

 

i'm popping blisters

hide your heart.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/19/2020  

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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I really like the mental image I got from this one Jacob, of you in headband and tracksuit, going for your morning exercise round the keyboard. I'd be the bum on the park bench eating cheeto's that you have lapped five times now.
This to me is a perfect lockdown piece... that doesn't say it is a lockdown piece, but I think there are a lot of writers on here who could only dream of being so eloquent in a piece about how our writing hearts and minds suffer through putting it through all that annoying palaver of love and relationships.
Honestly, it's amazing we ever find the time to write anything.
😀

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

actually I would probably interrupt my run and ask that you share a handful of your Cheetos..if you .. read more
stride ex has a new formula for writers the problem is it only works once:( now all i ever write is cliches catch phrases and regurgitated blather but that one day was rather nice unfortunately i forgot the original work and have been just rewriting the theme perpetually:/

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your clever review, brother bunny,
j.
Everyone says "I love you." But there seem to be many varying and contradicting ideas on the meaning of the phrase. People say, I love pizza or, I love my new car. I'm not so sure I'd be eager to steal those words with the definitions of others attached. But if we form our own definitions, perhaps, then, the words become free to become ours. It is with the semantics as you say, that the infection lies..and lies might seem as good as truth if we hear them enough. But in the end, it's all like a bucket with a sieve for a bottom. It looks like a bucket but it just doesn't hold water. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful words,
Fabian,

I do love Pizza...
j.
Ah, for someone to have lost the one they love it seems to me in unusually fantastic piece (outside the box like me). As pus to a beating heart, having it pop/]break and how it hurts... someone knows the pain and seeing it is there that they wish would go away. @'/:o)

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your understanding review, BlackRose,
j.
Interestingly, popping blisters is mentioned three times in this one. Since the blisters must represent poems or almost poems that keep occurring, it seems the poet's muse is doing something. Interesting imagery here; cups of connotation and caffeine cliches. Watch that pus of plagiarism, though; it's nasty and you can get sued for it.

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

and if i get sued the coffee in that courtroom is awful...thank you, John,
j.
The wit of having someone in mind
do we find ourselves in someone else
or just rush to find a new place to call home

This was a fun write
nice one Jacob

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you, Serene...
I know it is a bit gross, but glad you could smile with it.
j.
I did like this poem and I believe Bukowski would had enjoyed this one.
"the blisters hurt when they pop
the puss of plagiarism runs
i can't think of my own words
i'm too wired"
The above lines. So hard and so good. Thank you Jacob for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

You are welcome Jacob.
A wee bit stark--sounds like literary poison oak.
Won't soon forget it, though.
Great stuff, Jacob!


Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you, Jimmy,
j.
I love you, are YOUR words. Coming through loud and clear. The others are from your muse.

I can't think of my own words
I'm too wired

Is she hen pecking you:) Being too vocal at the moment?

Chris



Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

maybe that is it!
:))) thank you, Chris.
j.
dear Jacob... as we mature into a potpourri of blisters and muscle spasms...
there is a cure that works like penacillan when taken... take a shower and have a false sense of well being... then walk in the garden, but beware of snakes... so wear your Boots and tread softly. The weather will decide whether you will teach others what you know is essential, or perhaps
just ask your students to write an Essay on Life. tenderly, Pat


Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

maybe i will do the latter...thank you, as always, Pat.
j.
Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

You deserve to be honored for your life-long service to English and using words as a liazon between .. 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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