tears spilled on the candle

inspired by Kelly Scheppers' poem "an Icon"

tears spilled on the candle

 

 

 

her mole, a postage stamp

on a blond envelope of expression

 

the curly, unruly hair

much like her cryptic mind 

licking the seal of

 

windblown reason

she wept with the rain

 

and she was mailed to the media

ripped open letters

no privacy of skin

 

just a beautiful bare storm

sent to her rainbow

 

much too soon

 

please, would someone find a blanket?

she is getting so cold.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/6/16

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

So sad, the slow exploitation that leads to private heartache and death. You did a fine job of objectifying those whose beauty captures media and other superficial attention. Interesting contrast of the letters ripped open and the storm to her rainbow. Too late for the blanket, maybe not for others though. Unless the blanket is the sheet that covers a dead body. Interesting write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

again, such insightful words Marianne...i appreciate your comments very much.

j.

[Carolynn]

Wow this is so well written Jacob - such a tender sweet reminder of such a sad tragedy. I don't think anyone will forget her any time soon!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

hopefully never...thank you for your words, Carolynn---

j.

[Jon Roggie]

Some just grab your attention, and they are never able to escape.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jon.

j.

[Paul Bell]

What is the real story behind the legend. Marilyn Monroe. I wonder.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Paul...

j.

[JayceeC]

Beautiful, without reading anything else but your words, her face flashed too mind immediately, and Elton John Bevan singing in the background. Missed reading you while I've been away.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jaycee...you are very kind...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Marilyn.....she remains an icon so many years later. Yes, Kelly has written about her many times and now you have done her justice as well. Norma Jean.....she was never ready for the limelight. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... the all-American girl... wrapped in
beauty and emotions... vulnerable to love.
You have expressed her life in poetry so delicately
sweetly to her rainbow's end. Tears on a candle as
we all mourn her passing... the perfect person asleep
on eternal clouds of devotion. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Pat.

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob, your poetry is beautiful. Marilyn would
love to read your poem. Amen...

[andrew mitchell]

The mole, the blonde, images of Monroe was the instant thought that came to mind as well as her mysterious end, she didn't seem the type to overdose but neither did Heath Ledger. Yes with all her skin bared in the end, there was a coverup!!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.

j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...just a beautiful bare storm
sent to her rainbow
much too soon"


I always refer to poetry that moves me as "poetry with a pulse". This is extraordinary, and although I am most proud to have been an inspiration behind it, it is the concept from which you construed here that is most brilliant and deserving!

Bravo, my good friend! ...and thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kelly...and for the strong inspiration your poem gave me...you moved my pen.

j.

[redzone]

I like Papaya's review and couldn't say it better... privacy is getting much rarer these days, not only with celebs, but everyone's life... here in NYC you are on camera, your life recorded from the time you step out of your apartment door... your movements and activities monitored... and except for the obvious paparazzi, no one notices or even cares... we live in a 1984 world that even Orwell would shudder at...

as others have said, you treat this "icon" with tenderness and respect, your poem reminding us there are still human being left in the world...

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, even George would shudder...you are so right..

thank you, Curt,
j.