billions of heartbeats later

billions of heartbeats later

 

 

 

pterodactyl wings

dinosaur disdain, still felt

like you were some kind of prehistoric love

 

that died in a meteor shower of selfishness

and i?

the Triceratops to your T-Rex indifference

 

found myself a satiating meal

for your greedy appetite

leaving nothing but a few small remains

 

bones of a heart

to fossilize

and be found millions of years later

 

by some Anthropologist who may piece

the relics of me back together, enough

to make sense

of what i once was.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/11/16

Reviews

[H.L. Cerveise]

I love the metaphors in this writing. Sometimes relationships gone wrong make us feel like dry bones or just a pile of dust that gets scattered so thin there is nothing left of us.

Well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your kind reviews are very encouraging, H.L.
thank you so much,

j.

[Ruth]

Connections seem to remain in the heart...a most unique way of gathering thoughts about such a process...our histories seldom leave in peaceful tones and all bonds have their consequences...good or bad...stunning metaphor Jacob...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights and kind words, Poppy.

j.

[Karen]

I don't really believe in coincidences (perhaps the Fates weave us all into each other), but I am currently listening to the audiobook Jurassic Park, and then come across this poem! Haha! It's very creative and I love the metaphor of it! Your poetic adventures never cease to amaze me!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a strange coincidence...but i am used to that, i have that kind of Twilight Zone karma..
thank you for your kind words, Karen.

j.

[Karen]

LOL! "Twilight Zone karma" I've gotta use that!

[Kirsty Woodward]

I imagine you wandering through an empty Natural History Museum while thinking up and writing this piece.

I love it.

The last stanza ties it all up perfectly, and the title, perfect, perfect.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kirsty.

j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sometimes our past loves seem like just a dream from long ago in a different lifetime.
You are the master of the metaphor.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dale.

j.

[Pryde Foltz]

You are many things but no relic, my friend. If you are half alive as your pen. Perhaps it is simply that the lady dinosaurs did't know what to do with you. But what do expect from prehistoric reptiles ... fast forward ... the serpents and crocodiles of today are just as slithery. Tee tee ... a fine write, Jacob:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

fun reply, thank you for your words, Pryde.

j.

[W.k.kortas]

Sometimes it takes an Olduvai gorge effort to make sense of the heart and its machinations, and good luck even then. A bit of the wry and winsome, but not lacking in poignancy at all.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, W.k.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Do we change with each new love? If an old love found us today, would he/she recognize us? I think each love leaves us as different human beings. We learn...we change....and then, incredibly, we make the same mistakes all over again. How many people marry an ex the second time? It rarely works, but they try anyway. We can never be what we once were. Truth is, what was is gone and it is better left in the past. Good write, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i totally agree with your philosophy, Lydi...
thank you,
j.

[V]

A playful word combination that made me smile while reading though the closing leaves a notion of decay, of being aware of one's mortality. Entertaining and cleverly written. I'm really into the title.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Vanessa

j.

[V]

You're welcome.

[Bacchus]

relics of me...
what will be left
pensive piece that makes us immediately into paleontologists

unearths what we want to leave behind... and what there actually is left behind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Bacchus.

j.