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A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

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sterile prejudice

created from impotent importance

 

forsaken love and compassion

interred 

six feet under

all the graves look alike

the remains are bones the same

 

and we all deteriorate 

in metaphorical fashion

skin peels like a rusted bell

 

hunchback worms nestle close

blind to color

it's dark everywhere

deep in the earth

 

and even darker in some hearts.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/31/2021

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Oh Jacob... I really can't tell you how much I love this simple yet deeply moving piece. So I'm not even going to try to muddle along in a attempt.
Enough that your poetic words here have moved me.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I am such a fan of your work, Sharonlee, so your kind words make me smile deeply.
j.
sharonlee

1 Week Ago

Then today is a good day, for we both gave each other reason to smile.
Sharonlee
There is no difference after death... Death has no colour. But life is colourful and the circumstances can add or delete that colour from life. I hope beneath the tomb all souls lie peacefully without much darkness in the heart...

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

that is my hope as well, Sima...
thank you for your kind words,
j.
I’m side we are all the same. We are all going to die one day and return to dust. One day maybe people will realize we are all the same in our differences

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Yes, all the same in our differences...well Said, PB...well said,
thank you
j.
Poetic Beauty

1 Week Ago

You are welcome
Although I am sort of inclined to Chris's way of thinking, really, all God's creatures need a decent bite to eat and there just isn't enough apple pie to always go around.
Hunchback worms especially, don't need any more issues to deal with.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

so true, Dave, so true. Thanks,
j.
blind to color

When we are dead and buried, we all rot the same. Equality in death. That's the weird way my mind was working here.

Having said that I'd rather be cremated than be eaten by worms. Also I don't like the dark.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Ashes for me as well, Chris...thanks, and yes, spot on.
j.
We have been killing nature since time began. Just now days we are killing it faster.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, unfortunately...thank you, Cowboy.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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