causal casualties

causal casualties

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

causal casualties

 

 

exuberant treaties

we were allies

in the war against traitors

 

vowing that would never be us

 

pinky promises

induce broken fingers

 

but i still consider you pretty.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/22/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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Jacob,

Quite an intriguing piece that does more than hint of love lost, betrayal, and love unrequited ... Love does not always bring with it reciprocation ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

12 Months Ago

thank you, Marvin,
j.
Treaties or not, the Ukrainians are probably not going to consider Putin pretty any time soon.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

quite doubtful, yes.
j.
Promises, promises.
Now it started off on the 'political' spectrum of meanings, then went to the south playground of my primary school... And then some

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

and then some....I like that...thank you, WM,
j.
I paused in memory - as with the last line, transparent Cheshire smiles filled me with yesterdays.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

you understand...thank you, Chris,
j.
Pinky promises are for the young. This whole poem sings youth to me.

Broken promises hurt. Pretty in the memory stays pretty. Nothing pretty about broken fingers.

My mind travelled back to youth here J. but there can also be casualties in later years too. Much to ponder on and contemplate in a few lines . Love the openness of this poem for readers to interpret as they wish. Wonderful brevity that has wings.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I really like your take, Chris...
you went back there with me.
j.
When all is said and done-- there is that One who is the Kindest and therefor, they are more "pretty"
in so many clouds that have a bright light shining through... When the Sky is full of Rain clouds... that eventually bring the moisture to your Soul and encourage the flowers to bloom. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

so poetic you are, dear Pat,
j.
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

Thank you Jacob… it must be my Muse … shaken, but not stirred… older, but not wiser… p.
I think I must be in another nostalgic mood today, or is that mode. Just as I got to the pinky promises line, I started hearing the song the day is done, by John Prine. Mainly because that was the song used in the pinky episode of my name is Earl, which is a show I now love, but didn't discover until long after it was cancelled.
It also reminds me of your last line, because of that songs lyrics of...
🎶 Do you like me
Like I like you... Which I also remember passing a note to a girl in class and her smiling... and later being someone who never even tried once to break my finger. 😊

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

and then the darn note was intercepted by the wrong person and the endless teasing started...:))))
Lorry

1 Year Ago

You heard about that too? 😊
The promises and arrogance of youth, and then reality interferes.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Would you want to go back to youth with the knowledge you have now, Winston?

I ponder.. read more
W. Barrett Munn

1 Year Ago

If I could pick some other time, maybe. But I would not want to relive the tumultuous sixties and ea.. read more

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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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