axles and intermittent rain

axles and intermittent rain

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


axles and intermittent rain

 

 

 

stigma,

marks on the neck

unholy roller

stares that penetrate the skin

burning hot nova

sunshine thwarted by black moon

 

where you were last night

is where i wanted to be

but i do wish

for silence

 

stigma,

blanket soiled with sin

love done

then undone

 

virgin wheels 

punctured

 

now she can't move forward.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/28/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Your second verse could be my autobiography and memorial Jacob. I do think that this shall make it into my favourites hall of fame 😀

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for relating to this one, Lorry,
j.
Interesting mixing of religion and sex in this one. Stigma is mentioned a couple of times, possibly a reference to stigmata, the reproduction of Christ's wounds on the bodies of mystics. Here, though, the stigma is the shame attached to sex, the bodily marks being love bites on the neck. The mixture is repeated with the mention of a blanket soiled with sin, love done and undone and virgin wheels punctured. The speaker wishes for silence. All told I get the picture of furtive sex resulting in the loss of virginity and possibly reputation. Sounds like youthful adventuring and the resultant regret.

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

i like where you went with this, John...insightful...thank you for your words,
j.
Hmmm! Hickies and smoldering stares that slip through the skin to pierce the heart. Let's not talk about where you were last night...I wasn't invited...love stigmatized cannot be undone...the word is out...there's no going back.
One thing...was that hot nova a cherry red Chevy?

A good write, friend.


Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

ha ha, on the car...smokin' hot Chevy...
thank you for your words, Ted...and the smile.
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Oh, delightful! Her womanly mystery in jeopardy. Beautifully written.

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, Eugi...
j.
Wonderfully structured and carefully devised. A Mind oscillating piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, Kay,
j.
Wow, wickedly wonderful hard-hitting poetry to burn the soul and heart.

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Dawn,
j.
Oh my.....shades of the Scarlet Letter! Embarrassing a woman because she is passionate on the one hand and then it seems a man wishes he had been the one to deflower her. Wonderful metaphor here. Lydi**

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.
j.
WOW! So well done....love bites, it bleeds. Nicely done

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you, Amy,
j.
I've never written a poem where such sparkling fresh disparate ideas are combined so everything feels logical & meaningful together. I aspire to do this kinda writing at least once, someday . . . *sigh!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Margie.
j.
Love bites that priests and parents might look down upon and so she turns and runs leaving the desire unfulfilled. This is what struck me from this allegory writ with mastery Jacob.

Posted 5 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

thank you for your words, John,
j.

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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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