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A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


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that prickly little thing

intrudes the love skin

 

we feel the pinch of feelings

a slight flow of heart's insanity

 

the sanitarium of mind

becomes our bandage

 

a rose plucked

without reason

 

dies in the hand

of uncertainty.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/6/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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Is there a reason to love? I think to truly love someone, you don’t need a reason! Sometimes we pluck a rose without knowing what to with it and it shrivels and dies in our hand. Does it prick our skin, maybe but it does still leave its scent behind. Your poetry leads the student into many directions and I am just leaving one of my trains of thought behind here.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, it does still leave that scent..and that stays with us forever...I like the train of thought th.. read more



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never in a million years could i condense so much into so few words like this! it is pure brilliance brother Jacob! holy smokes i love this one! a rose plucked without reason dies in the hand of uncertainty! you have one mean left hook my jaw is sore now and my head is shaking

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jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

thank you for your kind words, brother bunny,
j.
Reason! The motive that drives actions, the first gear that moves you towards or far from something. Reason! The functionality sane minds, and the disability of insane minds to reason. A lovely sentiment you wrote here.

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jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

thank you for your kind words, Insight.
j.
Insight "MH"

6 Days Ago

You are welcome.
The sting of love is surpassed by the beauty it brings. We abide the thorn because the rose itself is so beautiful, an aroma that enchants us. Love brings all and sometimes takes all we desire, to love we must endure the pain that sometimes comes with it.
Take care - Dave

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jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

yes, we must endure...and if we really love, we won't mind.
thanks, Dave,
j.
He loves me, he loves me not! Yes, love is a bit of insanity, but it sure is wonderful when it happens. We know we could be headed into the quicksand, yet willingly we march. Been a while since I heard the word "sanitarium"....I like using the unused words! Lydi**

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Lydi,
j.
This very one intrigue me, Jacob.
Love flows without intentions. Most of the time. we found ourselves attracted to some certain people unreasonably.
I could just called love hypnotism.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

We certainly get into a hypnotic state, Kay, for sure.
thank you,
j.
Love pricks, pinches, hurts and drives us insane. But love is love; a complement of the heart.
Beautiful work.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, Ayesha,
j.
Yes, "the sanitarium of the mind becomes our bondage"...excellent observation---and there is not cure and no solace, no place to run for relief as the heart swells with desire and need...:) Good One!

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Kira.
Where in Illinois did you live when you were here...?read more
Kira Fulks

1 Week Ago

You are welcome! I enjoy you poetry! Many places in IL over the years...Chi Town, Oak Park, champaig.. read more
Life is filled with uncertainty Often we must be willing to take the risk of love, to see if it blossoms or dies after picked from the vine ;-]. Nicely expressed my friend.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you again for your words, Willow,
j.
One of the most pessimistic views on love I've ever read... kind of funny, in a way..but well written as always.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for stopping by to glance at my rose, Light!

j.
Light and Ashes

1 Week Ago

You're welcome
Not all those roses that are sweet scented are going to remain appealing. Some turn out to have sharp thorns. Love is strange, it is complex. It can't be explained easily.

Chris

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

all of this is so true, Chris...we feel it, but can't really explain it.
thank you,
j.

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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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