Maturity

Maturity

 

 

when you left me,

i stomped my bare feet on a bed of thorns,

cursed the open window of my world

screamed into the white sheet

words i cannot, here, repeat 

 

and cried like an infant for the teat of sustenance

 

but i really am trying to grow up,

 

really, 

i am.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/27/16

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

Just don't take my toys!

The age never matters.
It always hurts.

Nice one, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

much truth in what you say...
thank you, Jon.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Maturity....so many different levels to it. When times get tough, I think we all resort to behaviors we learned in childhood. Great metaphor here. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lydi..
j.

[Ruth]

And yet the breaking of love to some who feel so deeply, sensitively and poignantly, is never over in many ways...the heart is young when it loves so intently...hard to grow up when it has been touched so intensely :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

don't we all want to feel that young attitude toward love again...the reckless abandon? thank you for your words...Poppy.

j.

[Ruth]

We do...always my pleasure Jacob :)

[barleygirl]

Sometimes we want another person & it's more about ourselves than the other person. Your poem shows us this & the hard work of admitting it & getting beyond it. We are all works in progress, as you poem shows in a gentle way.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, barleygirl...

j..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When we get hurt, no matter what age we are we can act like a child. The perks of being human, LOL

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the perks, for sure...thank you, Dale...

j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Most welcome sir.

[Bacchus]

interesting how adult this tantrum is..
bed of thorns,
white sheet,
words you cannot repeat

then it almost gets awkward- because you can see this adult being so childlike
he remains and adult asking for the teat...
(and I'm a huge, crazy breastfeeding advocate)

interesting. and i like the end.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, and kind review, Bacchus...

j.

[highonwords]

separation from love has a regressive effect on the human psyche - portrayed very well by the poetic subject - great writing, jacob :)

regards,
steph

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does...thank you for your words, steph...

j.

[highonwords]

you're welcome, jacob :)

best,
steph

[Dhaye]

Your poem vividly pictured a scene about separation, where the one left cries so hard like an infant.
It is not easy to let go someone you love. If I am in the place of the speaker, I won't only cry like that.

Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for relating and sharing your thoughts, Dhaye...

j.

[Carolynn]

Oh wow - you just described an episode of mine about 10 years ago haha! Perfectly I might add :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah yes, i have had this episode more than once...but the first divorce...mmm...yes, the big one...thank you for your sharing...sorry you could relate so well...:)))

[Carolynn]

I'm trying to grow up too :) it's just very comforting to know I wasn't alone when I was screaming into those sheets :)

[James]

Regardless of age, this is the one time we get to act immature. I really like "i stomped my bare feet on a bed of thorns." Why is it we want to inflict more pain than we are already going through? And it doesn't get any more childish than stomping feet.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, James...yes, we even inflict more on ourselves...like we are beating ourselves up for what the other person did.

j.