pour me another poem, please

pour me another poem, please

 

 

she was just pieces of herself

lost nights

another bottle waiting for dawn

her guitar soaked with beer

and blank pages of her life

 

flames consumed what was left

she was just pieces of herself

and the blue tips

of those flames

 

the liquor cabinet

(almost empty)

would never give away her secrets

 

and the smoke filled residue

of her existence

was a few cursive poems

 

and a glamorous black and white photo

of her better days

 

before the puzzle began unraveling 

and our hearts laid her to rest.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/15/17

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Every phrase you create makes a thought live, jacob.
Too often a facade dripss a craziness where once was a beautiful talent.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, em.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

In this case the trigger was booze that fed the lines of she and maybe fed the writer now recollecting memories that need to be softened.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew,

j.

[AYVID N]

and the smoke filled residue
of her existence
was a few cursive poems

and a glamorous black and white photo
of her better days

Beautiful and more...Enjoyed, appreciated!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you , DIVYA.....
j.

[Ariana Papastergiou]

This is gold. I absolutely love it. Is it spontaneous writing or did you make some sort of planning before writing it? I am asking due to the fact that the verse looks so natural...almost like it poured out of you without stopping. Thank you so much for this poem, really.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they just pour out, Ariana...

i am ore like a conduit for the muse than a poet.
thank you for your words,
j.

[Jon Roggie]

This one hits home. Flippant comments would take away from the feeling.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jon....

j.

[ruth]

ah! another good read by the great jacob erin-ciberto. always a joy to read one of your works.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, ruth....
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Metaphoric mastery unsurpassed. She was a drink best taken cold..at the end. “ She was just pieces of herself”-stellar line. Stark verses evocative of a poetic life interrupted, chronicled in unforgiving black and white, “unraveling” before all eyes. A worthy homage. A profound tribute.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Annette.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem. I drank for 8 years once. Still the memories persists. Nice flow of thoughts led to a honest ending. Thank you Jacob for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words and sharing, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem and you are welcome.

[apennylate]

A sweltering heat of fine-detailed metaphorical mastery... I would say top my words off, but I believe I am already quite alphabet-drunk... Just a few cursive poems in a smoky existence... Wowza

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Silente.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Profoundly sad.
At least, unlike some, she did have some better days.
Exceptional poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy,

j.