the flowers came too late

the flowers came too late

composure slips into coma

your eyes touch mine

and i am a mindless diagnosis

heart support and intravenous drips of courage

keeps me breathing your scent

i am insecurity's perfect patient

i love you in my sleep

but waking finds me running toward

conundrum's rehab

i'll never get well enough to love you

and my emotional insurance is waning

soon, they will send me home

without you.

erin-cilberto

2/8/18

Reviews

[lightsong]

For me, this is not only a poem about Love, but about someone who lives in his own private world, inside his mind and imagination, I don't see him as an ill person, but a one who is genius, a genius mind works so differently from all the rest, that's from where the loneliness comes, there is a quietness felt in Your words, that quietness which comes from being an absolute believer in oneself, even if no one is believing in You, and from the surrendering and acceptance, another image I have in my mind, a soldier in a battlefield facing death, his emotions how they would be, his thoughts and words, how it might be if he survived or not... something inside him is wounded, no matter what.

a very interesting piece, one filled with sadness and loneliness.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Light...
j.

[Ardra]

I love all of it.. but this line..
i am insecurity's perfect patient --- has a special place ... as i feel similar to it.. :)
you are a poet who makes the word feel alive and makes you want to reach out to them...
thanks for sharing such wonderful creation..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Galadriel.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

its Obama Care jacob ;))))))) bad for the whole country ..i think i have mentioned that i worked as a RN so related to your medical situation with ease ... i think the closing is a corker sir ... i do feel that terrible emptiness ..so well done says i!
E.
ps the gods of love never do give much assurances do they?! nor are they trustworthy insurance ... required to deny deny deny until one gives up or they in irreverent irritability .. give in ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, E.

and your insights...
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .......................

[Miss Sharon]

(soon, they will send me home without you.) A direct hit to the mental solar plexus my friend! ~SP

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you Miss Sharon...
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Such a beautiful composition of love. You weave it like a spell, Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kelly.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

"heart support and intravenous drips of courage
keeps me breathing your scent
i am insecurity's perfect patient"

[Sami Khalil]

"i love you in my sleep
but waking finds me running toward
conundrum's rehab"

[Sami Khalil]

Amazing word choices between health, love and healing. The rehab part also is out of this world. The way to tie all these concepts together in a short poem is amazing and worthy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Sami.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly.

[h d e rushin]

I guess dear brother that we, no matter the diagnosis, have to stand for something. In fact, we never really get well enough to love another human. That's why they have the Olympics I guess. So that those who can, can twirl against the backdrop of the cold perhaps. Only the winners get the flowers in the end. dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i will save some flowers for the others, dana..

thank you for your insightful words...

was so good to read your poetry again...i am glad the site is back up and running.

j.

[h d e rushin]

I know, it was down for a few days.....