Purgatory Rising

Purgatory Rising

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Purgatory Rising

 

 

it's a cold day in hell

i won't wait to tell

you i am leaving

and you will be grieving

me, in the gloaming

and roaming

to find me

somewhere in your rainbow

i was one of your colors

maybe the blue one

for tears,

or the red one

for years

of roses

it's a cold day in hell

i won't wait to expel

your memory

my sensory

path is distorted

it has been reported

 

i cannot forget you until

it's a cold day in hell.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/29/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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MCS
great read sadly forgetting is so often very difficult or outright impossible.



Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

that is true...thank you, MCS,
j.
This one is definitely not a parting is such sweet sorrow piece. Bitterness pervades the first part of the poem, although at the end we see good riddance is not the main theme. There will grieving for both sides here, maybe for years to come. Love ain't fun.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

or if it is, the smiles more times than not, fade too early,
thank you, John,
j.
I have a friend who is never holding back to love, but people unlikely to trust what's come so easy.
Something and some one
Very sticky no matter what you do they will still love you not leave you but once karma built enough, its not her choice to say stay or leave. It's all mathe

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words,
j.
Wow, this is intriguing really, I really love the imagery in this write, this is full of emotion.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your visit and very kind words, Kim.
j.
Just Kim

1 Week Ago

not a problem, hope you have a wonderful day
A very well chosen title, Jacob. Losing a love sure feels like being stuck in purgatory....always looking back and unable to move forward. And yes, there is no heat in this place, just cold and the frozen icicles of long spent tears. I loved your use of gentle rhyme throughout this one and your final lines are telling....we never do forget those that touched our hearts and crushed them. A lovely, bittersweet poem. 💛

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Marina.
j.

When its too late to heal, the its time to get out...

I think she is gonna be around for some time... sadly perhaps, I think you is gonna be waiting for some while yet .... hell needs to be a big place because there are a lot of souls there already ... and a whole lot more aint going elsewhere when their numbers up ....

Muchly enjoyed as ever jacob.

N.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

and I heard that in hell, they are adding on rooms...the construction is going on this very minute a.. read more
Neville

1 Week Ago


.......................... make mine a double with a couple of my fave poets books and I cou.. read more
First off I like where you placed the word breaks. Changing the flow of thought and emphasis. A break in the bone makes that spot stronger, but a break in the heart we get to decide how it changes.
I really like it.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I really admire your writing, Cherrie...the depth and heart of it....so this review means so much.read more
Cherrie Palmer

1 Week Ago

I think about writing communities and how for decades writers have assembled for inspiration, frien.. read more
Building a snowman with Hades I take it....just don't look back. Not truly cruel but the bite seems deep enough. And yes~why wait, a simple note stapled to the fridge and a single tire track leading out to that good oblivion."Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted." Ride on Damn misunderstandings~

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

ah, always enjoy your reviews...I learn more about my own work from your insights.
thank you,.. read more
Two people grieving in the gleaming. Going through hell. Yet unable to stay together. What goes so wrong? This I will always wonder! A compelling read, dear sir!

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

breaking up with a lover but losing a friend in the process is so hard...
thank you for your .. read more
"Purgatory Rising" ... that place of purging the insignificance we all hold to dear ... i think it a great title .. why didn't i think of it ;))))))))))))))))))))) the fires coming up with it ... and instantly doused by the freeze .. we know what we had when its gone eh!? i like how the opening lines say that cold day has come and he (she) has made the decision ... and is leaving .. yet your closing brings that cold day back to stay ... memories .. oh some of those damnable memories .. have to confess i am not the greatest fan of rap/ryhmes .. but that this one uses rhyme all the way through is a treat that you used it .. i don't think i have read a poem of yours that has done so. ... now that i'm freezing ... my thoughts are turning to a hot tottie and toasty fireplace ... to soothe my mortal soul ;)
E.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

fireplaces are comfortable...unless you get too close to them...so are some relationships.
Th.. 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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