the grip of love

the grip of love

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the grip of love

 

 

water logged infants

cling to stone cold mothers

but screaming hearts 

still beat,

 

hurricane havoc rips the umbilical chord

from blue eyed innocents

and reaching hands go silent

as war torn breasts

 

her last smile floats

in harmony with his first words

years will pass,

and polluted rivers will clear

 

and he will reflect in another decade

on a storm with an Uncle sounding name

 

and try to remember what she called him

before the bubbles quit rising.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/30/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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Stunning & stark! Conjures up so many waterlogged struggles & impending tragedies! I love the way your words sound so unique & yet recognizable, too. Just a tiny taste of what thousands are going thru! *sigh!* (((HUGS)))

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Margie...

j.
Brings to the fore the sadness of recent disasters and those to come. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your words, kitty,

j.
kitty

7 Years Ago

U R most heartily welcome!
Deeply poignant indeed, within the ravages of such a destructive malevolent force, one can only pray to God for assistance and hope he hears? Alas, it's not always the case!

Soul searching poetry Jacob, your candid words are deeply moving and covey heartfelt sympathy to all so tragically touched by such chronic catastrophe!

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Tom.
j.
If sadness could just briefly smile but that's what makes it sad.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you, Al....

j.
and he will reflect in another decade
on a storm with an Uncle sounding name

and try to remember what she called him
before the bubbles quit rising.

Your words convey such deep sadness here...it breaks the heart.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kindness, DIVYA...
j.
Jacob you have chosen one of the many poignant tales of 'Uncle Harvey' and told it with a sober pathos which resonates so perfectly.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you, John.
j.
You describe another Apocalypse in a string of them now. One after another, the lifeblood runs. Dead babies, dead mothers, dead. God help these people. People help God by helping these people...

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

yes, so many volunteers, good neighbors....people helping people during this crisis....just wish peo.. read more
So sad, this loss of life and homes and memories...just enough to make anyone cry. I went in a local store tonight and all the cases of water were gone. The manager said, someone came in and bought them all. I said, good. I knew where it was bound. They still had gallon jugs so I bought a few of those.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

makes me cringe just to think that my parents lived in Port Arthur during the late seventies and ear.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

7 Years Ago

My oldest daughter is in Texas but thankfully far from the impacted areas...she was living in Austin.. read more

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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