a fossil remembers

a fossil remembers

 

 

 

raptors catch the scent of rapture

passion is a Mesozoic masterpiece

of still life,

as he sinks his teeth into the throat of love

bending skin, but not will

 

she escapes his embrace

his heart famished

an ice age of agitation surrounds him

 

much before his time,

he becomes extinct.---

 

her face a painting hanging in a museum.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/14/19

Reviews

[Ranger Kessel]

Well writt3n and put together. I am in awe a bit. You always have the words. Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ranger,
j.

[Tony]

I think we all feel a little extinct, but ultimately we're raptors. That's how we survive.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we are survivors when it comes down to it, aren't we?
thank you for your comment, Tony.
j.

[Neville]

wow.. I have read and re-read these words so many times I have lost count.. and get this, I have arrived at a different formulation for every one of them.. So this is either one hell of a poem, or I am loosing it & fast.. N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe i am losing it...thanks for the extra reads, my friend.
j.

[Neville]

every one a pleasure.. no kidding, every single one.. N.

[Stella Armour]

age old memories, petrified with time.

museum pieces in the eyes of modern artists ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Stella..
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow! A passionate man who goes in all guns blazing only to have his love unrequited. I guess some might see this as 'caveman-like' but someone has to show the meatier side of emotion. Very visceral piece Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Chris Shaw]

I felt the hostility in this, "an ice age of irritation", "much before his time he becomes extinct" . Decidedly chilly. The deep freeze treatment.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

This reminds me of courting, playing the cards right until you have no more cards to play, she leaves and your left in limbo in a state of remembrance of her all the while she is remembered for her qualities, you are no more but a dot of dust passing by.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this response...wonderful insight, andrew, thank you,
j.

[Lorry]

This to me Jacob, is all the wonderings of child and adult me, as I wander through kelvingrove art gallery and museum, making pictures and bones come to life, with my mind narrating their everyday lives. Mrs Saurus moaning over the fence to Mrs Dactyll about the mess he comes home in after a hard days dinosauring.
Sometimes the story would become confused when I passed a suit of armour, which instantly became what dinosaurs called canned goods.
I wish I still had those childhood stories, but they went up in flames years ago. My best work, most likely :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love that...Mrs. Saurus and Mrs, Dactyll...the rex and the bird, i really appreciate your words...and your mention of Kelvin Grove got me..i lived in Lockport Illnois for 10 years...we had a Kelvin Grove and a Kelvin Grove grade school there as well.
thanks again for your visit,
j.

[Lorry]

You're wepcome. Maybe they are connected, im sure the architect was American, but will need to find out from where.