Obituary of an Oxymoron

Obituary of an Oxymoron

 

 

 

i am left disoriented

by your whispered kisses

 

in the ear of my catastrophic

language

as i free write my will

in poetic stanzas

 

i will die confusedly certain

that i loved violently tender

and rendered my heart

 

to a long-ago girl

as my knees melted into syrup

from the brush of her lips

 

i still haven't found my way all these years later

just write long and then longer lines

of poetic compass

trying to find my way

 

away from you

finally

i get tired 

of having no direction

except toward your memory.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/6/22

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Do I love her, or do I not??? it may be half of both, but memories last no matter what... and writing and writing with no direction is like getting lost....and as you age even worse... more writing of perhaps nonsense...but one thing for sure, you finally got rid of her hand now maybe you can write with pride and find yourself again....Always great J.
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love this response...thank you, Betty,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yore very welcome! Is it totally off base?
Best B..

[Shannon]

If this is biographical, she must have been a smoke-show; and those two lines, “by your whispered kisses/in the EAR OF MY CATASTROPHIC LANGUAGE” was fantastic. And of course the ending, “no direction except toward you memory” is equally powerful. I’m really glad we found each others work my friend. I’ve been somewhat dry as of late. The only decent thing I’ve written was that piece about not being able to write anything, but this has kinda opened up a channel for me I think.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think writing about writer's block is one of the sure cures to stop it.
thanks for the kind words,
j.

[Andrew John]

Feeling your emotion yet again, Jacob. Always a great experience.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Andrew,
j.

[Cherrie]

This - Is beautiful.
Poets seem to write from a glass half-full or a glass half-empty mindset. But Jacob you have merged them together for an awakening.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for these very kind words, Cherrie,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

As a Nurse with no degree … I want to check your Temperature and give you a Sip of Spring Water. Love is a Flower 🌹 that lingers through the Years where memories remain… my Cup runneth over like a Waterfall on a Mountain Top where Eagles Nest. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I'll take a sip of that spring water any old day.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Cool Spring Water from a Mountain stream in West Virginia is the most delicious water... where I was born... and baptized with early morning Dew. gently, Pat

[John the Baptist]

"I loved violently tender." Now there is a real oxymoron. Some we encounter along the path stay with us, if only in memory. It sounds as though this one made a lasting impression.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, John.
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

A very touching poem that makes clear that one who said time heals all wounds, never loved anyone whom he lost ... For whatever cause or reason ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Marve,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This speaks of such weariness of heart, the endless struggle for freedom from the nostalgic ties that bind. Those ties can be so bittersweet. Your writing never ceases to bring introspection and emotional pondering. I very much enjoyed the read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I just love your review, Fabian...thanks for those words,
j.

[supernova_thoughts]

"Except towards your memory", the loss was deeply felt.
Beautiful!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you much, supernova,
j.

[supernova_thoughts]

You're welcome, J. God bless!

[Chris Shaw]

Another great write J. The oxymorons are fabulous. Stanza four sent tingles. Nothing wrong with your poetic compass for sure. That is star bound.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes maybe not...about the compass.
thank you, Chris,
j.