Still Carrying your Books in my Mind

Still Carrying your Books in my Mind

 

 

 

a reprimanded student of love

detention with no touch

 

lips mumbling alone

not touching other lips

 

the essay disorganized

feelings full of fragmented refuge

 

calling your name from the principal's office

empty hallways answer

 

my own voice

the textbook, heartbreak echo

 

studied your heart for nothing

I would never graduate into your life.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/27/18

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

Oh yeah...this says it all. I really love the last line.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Leslie.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

So sad...unrequited love from long ago. The metaphor is wonderful. We never forget that school yard crush, do we? Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no we don't..she never knew, and i never got a chance to tell her...thank you, Lydi.
j.

[CD Campbell]

I still have that "where are they now" feeling and what could have been. It's funny how old feelings still have a pang in your heart even though the reasoning part of you knows it all B.S. But what would we be without memories? Thanks for always stirring the pot. CD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the do have that pang, no doubt...and keep pinning...
thanks for your kind review, CD...
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

i flunked 10th hoping to avoid vietnam, not so. we relate on our failure but i was more interested in booze than women. better fortunes ahead Jacob!

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, let's hope better fortunes...
thank you, Al.
j.

[Anand Sehgal]

Being an entity belonging to the ecosystem of the academia I can fully relate to your thoughts and emotion. Poignant write :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Anand...
j.

[emmajoy]

'.. the essay disorganized ~ feelings full of fragmented refuge .. ' (the only place to go!)

Cleverly put, metaphorically you. The past certainly gave your readers food for thought, jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words Ms. EM...

enjoy your pic with the cat...your cat looks a little like mine.
j.

[emmajoy]

It's always such a pleasure and some time intriguing adventure when reading your work, jacob! My liitle kitty cat, Chivers, naughtied her way into my bedroom as i was recovering from measles - . she loved me, and I loved her.. brother Josh took the pic!

[Einstein Noodle]

wanted that "A" so bad!!!! got a "D-" instead :(( especially like the work with "detention"...how relatable that is ...i was taught by the "Brothers" in high school and got caught skipping classes .. if we were absent one of our parents had to call in by a certain time so they knew it was real...i use to call in and claim to be my mother until that day my voice was "cracking"...i had my friend say he was me Da and i was busted..i had to stay after for a whole month ... oh well ... it was all boys Catholic school so was only distracted by my own images of the ladies ;) i especially like these lines:
"calling your name from the principal's office
empty hallways answer"

i can so hear those empty, cold halls :(((
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, E.
j.

[Priyanshi]

Wow...an amazing poem and the title i found a better one....and the last four lines are really too good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Priyanshi.
j.

[Priyanshi]

My pleasure

[andrew mitchell]

Forever crushed by a crush and to add insult to injury she's probably forgotten you too or didn't even know!A relatable piece giving rise to" if only I asked what would have happened!" Nicely articulated J

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes carrying memories of her, forever locked in mind!

[Lust for Propinquity]

Wow. This is so sad. Im a new generation and all but I can still kind of relate, especially to the end.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Aleha.
j.

[h d e rushin]

there is a decided cruelty about school days. Looking back, I would rather the death penalty be invoked on those who deliberately hurt me. The intent was to graduate into something more meaningful, if not love. At our class reunion I still wanted to strangle Joanne Davis lol. Very relatable poem my friend.,...dana