A Saturday Morning Rhyme

A Saturday Morning Rhyme

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

A Saturday Morning Rhyme


the skin starts sagging
the brain starts lagging
filtered life
of selective attention
with little or no retention
but love still touches my heart
even as we are forever apart.


erin-cilberto
4/28/25

© 2025 jacob erin-cilberto


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Wonderful write Jacob love this so true

Posted 1 Day Ago


AS our dear friends the Beatles sang
"and in the end...the love you take is equal to the love you make."

The body sags ... hand strength diminishes ... but Love abides.

j. always appreciate your words of love in all its guses...and the hope they inspire.

The face and body may sag ... but inside there is still that young man wondering ...
what the Hell happened.

Posted 1 Day Ago


We're all like pears sitting on the ground, fallen beneath the tree. And life is like the bees that come along and land on us.

Inside, the sweet part, I guess that's the last two lines here.

Good one, J.

Posted 2 Days Ago


Definitely quite the punch in those last 2 lines. Well done. ~Jim

Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

Thank you, Jim.
j.
Ah the aging process. Good though, if love can still touch your heart even if it is a memory. Sad brevity dear J.

Chris

Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.
Great work. Powerful in brevity.

Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

Thank you ,Thomas.
j.
This one has a "Don't give up the ship!" quality to it. Life may be "filtered," but the hope of love is still there.

Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

Thank you, John.
j.
even when our skin sags and we become forgetful, we really never forget the one we love(d).
-Curt

Posted 2 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

Thank you, Curt.
j.
I filter my life through coffee grounds like T.S. Eliot's Prufrock. But it does make a bit jittery at times. We do hold onto memories. I enjoyed.

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

We are all jittery at times...too much Coffee? or too much poetry?
Fabian G. Franklin

2 Days Ago

Maybe too much poetry. There's no such thing as too much coffee until you can thread a running sewin.. read more
this is touching and love the sagging and lagging and selective attention and retention, sad about the forever apart yet beautiful poetry, as always you wow me with your writes

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

I get lucky sometimes.
Thank you, Patricia.

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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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