shaken gladly

shaken gladly

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


shaken gladly

 

 

a loose olive

freed from its martini life

the pit just a gnarled past

the gin, a softly pounding residue

of yesterday's overindulgence of you

 

a wet coaster,

an ice cubed tear

and i am stirred at the thought

 

we once drank love from the same

short glass

 

now just sipping away,

i see that olive slip further from 

view,

and bend a smile its way.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/10/16

© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto


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There is, in a lot of relationships, not all, an ability to get past the bitter and find a smile in the memories. This is a wonderful representation of that, in your own poetic style.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, KL...

j.
GREAT metaphor....Beefeater's with either an olive or a twist of lime. Long ago and far away. A frozen tear.....and the longer ago the memory is, the less likely the tears are to flow. At some point, we can smile at the memories. Lydi**

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

i find several to smile at...thank you, my friend.

j.
a wet coaster,
an ice cubed tear
and i am stirred at the thought

I love the image of an ice cubed tear and your title is perfect. This leaves me feeling sad even though the olive smiles.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, Brianna...

j.
"we once drank love from the same/short glass"; now that is some phrasing worthy of a very dirty martini indeed.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, W.k.

taking a break for awhile...stay well.

j.
Even those short shots are worth putting on the tab...

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

yes, they are...thank you, Rita...

j.
As smooth as the content! And a lovely metaphor, lovely piece Jacob. Rach x

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, Rach.

j.
How special moments become distant. a softly pounding residue of over indulgence maybe a headache maybe the heart having goosebumps.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words, andrew...

j.
This is kinda sad. Melancholic like.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, Mark....

j.
I like this, j. A lovely poem of reminiscence and a nod to a past love with a smile bent its way. Well done. Good write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Ted.

j.
Amazing! No words. This is my first piece of poetry I've really read in a while and I felt every bit of it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Kirsty,

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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