Representation

Representation

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Representation

 

 

grief flickers, 

like window dressing

a mannequin's quivering lip

a wooden tear,

 

plaster eyes widen

yesterday's sunshine illuminates 

like a two way bulb

 

dim memories

sharper daggers

then the “off” switch

 

no more feeling

a wardrobe of once exciting design

given to Good Will

 

the store closes on the moment

fashionable mistakes forgotten

till the next line 

is introduced.

 

 

 

9/12/15

erin-cilberto

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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You have represented it well Mr Jacob. Well penned.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Terrence.

j.
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I find your take on fashion extremely fascinating
In a way doesn't fashion resemble some element of humanity

hidden in all the make up, color and textiles
There is a crying soul somewhere wondering if we all have missed the point of life

That it was never about the dressing
It was always a matter of soul

You make fashion a controversial topic of the day
Maybe it is

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

ah yes, humanity, exactly...

thank you for your insights, Nisreenaa.

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Those poor dummies. Perhaps a new line will bring them some humanity.

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

it would be nice if that were to happen...thank you, Al.

j.
the closing of a clothing store like the closing of a relationship, or life, perhaps...the lip-quivering mannequin becomes the grieving as it watches helplessly as its wardrobe is donated to Good Will, just as we did with my dad's clothing a couple of months back... i really like where this piece takes me: i sense the grieving but there is a tiny bit of hope that a new line is forthcoming...

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, FT.

j.
I like the description of grief as "flickers" because it really does....

it's not a constant. it ebbs and flows. sometimes it cuts like a knife; other times it's a dull twinge.

but it's always there once it's born, and it's born of love.

great piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, rubie.

j.
We imbue things with memory and meaning beyond their material best before date. Another really fine write, Jacob.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Pryde.

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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