little red book

little red book

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


little red book

 

 

stealing dew breaths

the rose examines 

an autumn morning

writes notes in its diary

 

i find it at sunset

peruse the pages

feel the thorns

of intimacy

 

find the words

standing awfully close

to my heart.

 

 

11/8/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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The comparison is palpable Jacob, and it's good to feel empathy for another who knows how life's thorns can hurt

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Stella,
j.
This is so wonderful, full of feeling and yes thorny, it happens but it’s worth it.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Pat,
j.


I filled mine up far too quickly and had to write in the margins and inside covers ... just another regret to write about one day ... this is so good it hurts jacob .. believe me and all those others down there .... N

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Neville...and me too in the margins...
j.
As the rose is a symbol of love, and autumn and sunset are mentioned, I suspect the love symbolized is a mature one. Ah, but be aware of those "thorns of intimacy." They can prick you at any age.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, John,
j.
what was i just saying to you about brevity? What I see in this is... that rose knows it hasn't much more time before winter but takes the moment in reflection or perhaps just relish within its brevity with rancor. Those thorns are sharp they cut deep in sympathetic language to bestow the relish rancor upon the reader a unity... and now i'm relishing too

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

The rose knows for sure...
thank you, brother bunny...
j.
How beautiful this is Jacob. A note written in the morning found by the lover later in the day. So touching. Warms the heart.

Chris


Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris,
j.
oh wow ... exquisite poetry jacob .. a huge keeper says i .. well done!! i feel it .. love the words and line ... beautifully minimal and emotive .. gee whiz .. i wanna be like you when i grow up ;))))))))))))))))))))))
E.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

But I never grew up, E. ha ha
thank you, Sir,
j.
Einstein Noodle

3 Years Ago

:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Like a pressed rose that conveys a secret story. So are those needful words we write ourselves. I enjoyed your poem thorns and all.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Cherrie,
j.
Lovely metaphor and cleverly written J. When I was young the little red book if I remember but never got to see just told was a saucy book on sex.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Oh yes, there was that, too,
j.
Another lovely metaphor describing a romantic scene, a love note, a diary written on an autumn morning by one and found by another at sunset....” the thorns of intimacy “ ...well chosen words for this “Little Red Book...whose words “are close to my heart”

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind review, Betty,
j.
Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

You’re quite welcome, a pleasure
B.

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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 a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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