the White Flag in your eyes

the White Flag in your eyes

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the White Flag in your eyes

 

 

you always made me 

more reasonable

more understandable 

to myself

 

teetering on the edge of something wicked

figurative knife at my own throat

surmising the chance of survival

intact...

 

reason is out of season

individuality is a makeshift armor

but the bullets are already inside

and i'm shooting up crazy

munitions reasonable

understandable 

to myself

 

i'm my own Alamo

the soldiers of despair 

are ferociously charging

relentless piercing this brain with bayonets

of lust for company

 

i want to see a face

before i die,

my fort of fortitude is in surrender

 

pierce my heart, it's dying already

you always made me

more reasonable

more understandable

to myself

 

talk to me just once more

your smile will be

the last breath i take.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/21/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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There is always that one who makes you realise they truly do make you a better person and realise too late that thinking they'll like what you like will make all well in yours and their life.
And then I'm left to rue the fact that maybe I should have thought a little more before ordering a lifesize minions birthday cake for them and forever wonder why they relocated without leaving forwarding details 😀
Which reminds me, you wouldn't want to buy 3 gross of porcelain dolls, would you? She told me she liked them as a kid, but honestly, they're starting to freak me out a bit. There are eyes EVERYWHERE I look 😀

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

those are spooky dolls for sure...see those in horror pictures a lot...i think my poems belong in ho.. read more
This one runs deep
beneath the surface
to the core being of
emotion..expressed
with an intense yearning
for comfort and love

s o very well penned..



Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Fran,
j.
Wow, wow. This one tore me up. Lots of longing for someone that isn't here any longer, that's how I read it. I picture someone sitting alone immensely lonely, but only lonely for that one person they can never have back. Anyways, that's how I read it.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your read and interpretation, James...I like where you took this...
j.
Transition into psychosis
A glimpse into active addiction
This poem tears on the emotions Jacob. Such longing for the voice of reason to visit, when the times we live in are chaotic and the mood is self destruct. Your last stanza a killer. Speaks volumes. Fabulous work. A very moving poem.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris...
expression is our lifeline, don't you think?
j.. read more
Not only tragedy but so damn emotional...this really invades (in a good way) the reader's whole perception.The reflection/concise comprehension/feelings and an almost self destruction type essence render me totally moved, brilliant Jacob!

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Ruth,
j.
It's nice to have a human sounding board that keeps us grounded in love. I'm fortunate to have two of them. Great writing as usual. F.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

yes, you certainly are, Fabian...thank you,
j.
tragically romantic, it feels like accepting defeat
heartfelt write, jacob

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

when the heartbeats of love are so outnumbered, the fort will eventually be taken.
thank you,.. read more
So full of emotion, deeply felt this, nicely expressed

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you, Kay-T---
j.
choosen....Kay-T

2 Months Ago

not a problem
dear Jacob... to I've each day as though it were your last...
wearing a Mask is like being incognito to misfortune...
We protect our eyes from the Sun... but our Heart is made
for a gentle touch and a smile. How can we survive without
love. tenderly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

i don't know if we can, Pat...don't know if we can.
Thank you,
j.
Isolation or alone-ness, we each see them differently.. as we should. But, whatever called the feel of a whisper. the sound of a sigh, the scent of skin and all else is what normally -, whatever that means, is what keeps our senses alive. To be without any one of those essentials weakens the core until we feel embattled to a point of .. there I was, gone.

Each stanza is special, the last.. precious,

' talk to me just once more - your smile will be the last breath i take.'

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, em,
j.
emmajoy

2 Months Ago

your three final lines.. yes

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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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