Words

Words

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Words

 

graphically violent

a heart torn to bits

by that hand grenade

from which you pulled the pin

 

as it rested on your tongue.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/22/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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Sticks and stones as shrapnel. It did hurt me. This poem kind of hurts. Graphic. Like seeing something I didn't want to see. But definitely something to read.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Bill,
j.
The three second rule applies to potato chips and hand grenades

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank God...we can pick them up and toss them far away before they go off.
thank you, Cherrie.. read more
Somehow, there is nothing less convincing than hand grenade words. Loud, fast, and angry is a poor strategy compared to logic. On the other hand, emotions always win out over reason, just ask Brutus and Marc Antony.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Vol....next time I see them, I will ask...
j.
Vol

1 Year Ago

OOPS! I failed to mention... I very much enjoyed your poem over coffee this morning...
It is always why I measure and think before speaking. Because I know just how powerful words are and the repercussions that may come from them when spoken aloud. CLE

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

What was it Emily D. said?
"words have the power to heal but also the power to kill"---
Powerful and unlike anything else I've ever read..
100

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Light...I needed that.
j.
light and ashes

1 Year Ago

:) my pleasure, you are very welcome.
And now your words have turned into graphic "KPOW! BIFF! AND SPLAT!" as my mind replays the overly camp 60's TV show version of Batman, while missing Saturday morning TV, as I sit on a Saturday morning in fear of turning on the TV in fear of hearing any news, or even worse... The weather report.
And those skintight leggings make my penguin onesie seem thoroughly appropriate attire for lounging around the house of a Saturday, but I am still wondering if I could get a lway with them for a christening later in the day.
Probably not though. It'll have to be the snowman onesie then. 😊

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I have not turned mine on yet, either.
Same reason.
Thank you, Lorry.
j.
Amazing metaphor of a break up maybe

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Julie....
j.
Wonderful metaphor for the damage done.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Winston,
j.
Words cut deeper than any blade can go because it scars your heart.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Dale, that is so true.
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 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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