point of no return

point of no return

 

 

whirlybird bottle

lips trembling as they near edges

of insanity,

seventh grade phenomenon

old coke glass, label spinning

my fingers twirling eminent danger

you sitting across, hands folded upon

your skin tight jeans,

your smile aimed at me

as the helicopter emotions

fly from my heart to yours

 

suddenly the room stops breathing

inertia of the mind,

eyes averted

my heart starts to beat again,

in another direction,

she smiles

 

i come out of insecurity's asylum

and kiss the other girl,

who lives on the outside

 

of possibility...

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/18/15

Reviews

[rubie]

any time you reach a "point of no return" it is both terrifying and liberating. no matter what it is.

what i love most about this piece is that it so perfectly conjures up those images of adolescent excitement and wonder... the trepidation, the fear, the utter excitement.

best of all, it's a metaphor for the rest of our lives...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, rubie.
j.

[B. Boileau]

Oh to be in 7th grade again. What I wouldn't give to go back knowing what I know now.. I wouldn't change a thing because I'm still insecure of the outcome... go figure. Always a pleasure
bill

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Bill.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

i love this ..my first and only experience with spin the bottle was horrible ..i never felt such anxiety ridden excitement before .. and the girls tried hard to fix the thing because they all had preconceived notions to fulfill ... she spun and it stopped on me ..we were sent to the closet to smooch in "private" (one of the girls rules) we simply were much to awkward to do anything but whisper and hold hands ... thats all i remember of the event and never played it again ... perhaps i should get Norma my beloved and fix my own game :))) love your poem .. so relatable ..takes me back to the best of times
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing your experience and how you related to the poem.

j.

[Aleksa]

it is intriguing and provoking
i am really 'wow' about it.
Excellent bit

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Aleksa...

j.

[William Gardner]

They never leave you those moments. Shape your entire life. Most us of have them, so maybe its not insanity or asylums because well the walls would have to enclose the planet or maybe that's the point? I wanted to see a nod to every day insanity mundane asylums, but not to the author in the experience no? Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, William.
j.

[Daydreamer]

It's always a wonderful treat to stop by- this was such an alluring piece from title to content..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Daydreamer...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Do we always want the one we can't have...the one we will never have and perhaps should not have? Liked the reference to "coke glass"....I remember friends who wore thick glasses and were ostracized for that. We are who we were at 13, aren't we? The same insecurities follow us through life. It's a shame. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we are, Lydi...

thank you.

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

My first loves were never consummated and only
one appears In ghostly form on Halloween. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think most of the first ones were consummated only in our minds...maybe our hearts too, thank you, Pat.
j.

[h d e rushin]

I think insecurity is an emotion since we seem to carry it around with us for our entire lives. "Keats
proved that greatness descends on the novice only after he has opened himself up to the risk of failure
and embarrassment". And it can be a kind of asylum, which raw desire has become in 2015. My
philosophy is that the prettiest girl is always the most accessible one. Who made that song Jacob,
"Love the one your with"?

I love this...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Stephen stills did that song...and yes, we misjudge often...and the prettiest girls are more accessible than we imagine...thank you, dana.

j.

[RomaJ]

sigh I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach as I think about my first crush. A life time ago. It's amazing how those feelings stays with us. Filed in our memory banks with the same emotions; packed with excitement and anxiety. I guess it doesn't last; because it was not real, but still memorable.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing your feelings from this poem, glad it could touch a nerve, so to speak or at least spark a memory...... Roma.

j.