No Real need for a Title

No Real need for a Title

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

No Real need for a Title

 

 

she is a filament

of fascination,

 

a blur of combustible

energy

her mind an explosion

of catastrophic thoughts

that somehow make sense of it all

 

she makes sense to me

when I have none

 

she grieves with me

laughs with me

whispers in my ear

that which makes me feel

 

even the slightest worth

in my counterfeit self

 

I bask in her light

softly tinted conversations

that erupt in gentle waves

 

I become that ocean of calm

we float together in silence

in mutual peace

 

no need for punctuation

we just 

 

are

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/17/2021

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Lovely. Such calm, each time I read it. She reminds me of her in nature. And I love the no punctuation! Thank you John.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Cdice,

j. (jacob)
I have a friend like this I've known since high school and there just isn't the right word to label the jangling serendipity we share. In fact, most of my best friends over the years have fit this bill! I say "best friend" for lack of something to call it! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, Margie,
j.
Soft, gentle, loving. This is the sort of relationship everyone wants in life. No judgment, no labels, just another human being walking beside you and helping you deal with life's follies. "an ocean of calm"....it's been too long since I swam in that ocean! A beautiful write here, Jacob. Lydi**

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Let's take a swim together in that ocean of calm...even just a dip would help.
thank you, my .. read more
Lydia Shutter

1 Month Ago

You make it sound so easy... To love... To write... whoever she or whatever she may be, your words will always paint her in the most beautiful of colours. We all aspire to be like her and find someone like her. Great write J

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Kee,
j.
Whitman would be so proud to see, 128 years after his death, a poet pouring out his heart. And it is important to note, that this was written and believed in the year of the worst virus in the history of medicine, the worst social unrest since the 60's and the Vietnam War, and the longest period of personal non-interactions since the sexual revolution-free-sex-flower children of the 1970's. This is bravery people. This is a poet stepping out on faith. Faith that these principles of sincerity and devotion, still live.....dana

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

you are so kind, dana...thank you.
j.
Is she perhaps your muse
She is ever constant judging by all your wonderful writes
Mine comes and goes like a random takeaway burger I relish and chew on digest quickly then leaves me till I’m hungry again
I want to be ever hungry for it but life gets in the way a nuisance really
Love your poetry Jacob

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

"a random takeaway burger" love that...
could be the beginning of a poem...and yes, life doe.. read more
You crafted a beautiful moment here, I wish I could have a relationship like this. Instead of madness and turmoil. Who am I kidding? I bring most of the madness and my share of the turmoil. I envy those that could just be.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I think she might drive me into madness one day.
thank you for your words T.S.....
j.
something must be in the waters around here lately Jacob so much sublimity being painted in poetry and prose! I write in so many forums lately and yet nothing can touch the writers in the WC we really have become a breed apart in here! This muse... the phantom muse of the cafe has tickled your pen yet another beautiful poem brother Jacob

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, brother bunny,
j.
I love the last line. We just are...this is perhaps a very simple but profoundly existential idea. We just ARE...we belong together, there are no words or grammar or punctuation for this, it is something so raw.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, adorno...
j.
Quite a change of pace here. The poet often laments those that got away (some thankfully), but here we behold THE ONE, beyond which further perfection is not possible. Sounds almost like a religious experience.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I think writing is that, yes.
thank you, John,
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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