without adornment

without adornment

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


without adornment

 

 

i'm trying to be alone

but thoughts of you

keep intruding the top bunk

in the bed of roses my mind

tries to snip

 

i don't care about the thorns

bruising my heart,

i don't want those cursed flowers

blooming in a garden of expectations---

i have raised enough pain from seed

 

i'd rather re-sod the dark earth of emotion

that becomes less fertile

the more tears shed,

 

i want to be a lone weed

enduring a plot

of over-watered intentions

 

a perennial counting on itself

for survival

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/12/16

© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto


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Then all the beauty of the thorn would be lost....it hurts so to be real life boy....

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, Queenie.

j.
Man, you have just summed up how
I feel at this very moment in time,
I know l could not have expressed
it as well as you have....

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, paddy....sorry you could relate so well...not a great feeling, eh?

j.
paddy d daly

8 Years Ago

No, But we live to fight another
day,☺
Ive never seen a singlke weed, they always grow in groups. And although it is said no man is an island...
The thought of being a lone wolf can be very appealing. I guess it depends on the height of the expectations and the length of the thorns

bill

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

i guess it does....:)))
thank you for your words, bill.

j.
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Some weeds are medicinal :) Self medicate :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

very true...thank you, lynn.

j.
I can't put it any better than Sheila did below Jacob. As a Scot, who proudly display the thistle as our national emblem, I have an affinity for being that lone weed myself. Now that I think about it though, we picka weed as our national emblem and a unicorn as our official animal. Something tells me we were last in the queue when these things were given out :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for sharing, alife....appreciate your interesting words...Unicorn? and Thistle? you guys.. read more
Thoughts have their own mind and way of entangling the roses of the heart...they can become their own ivy in time and spread with conviction...clever piece love :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you Poppy,

j.
There are those times when we realize that the sweet garden of desire that comes with so dang much work to tend is just that - we can keep adding more fertilizer, buying new plants, and even perhaps adding special signs that announce how wonderful it is, but then reality sets in when we add up the tally of all that has been invested and the account with funds to add is depleted..........then, we face the truth and just want to hang up our gardening gloves and let the seeds that were perhaps always the strongest to begin with take over - those perennials can be very hardy!
Wonderful thoughts, great metaphors.........AS ALWAYS!

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Sheila...

j.

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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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