Vanishing into Light

Vanishing into Light

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Vanishing into Light
sarcastic heartbeats
aloof venom
poison persuasion
i loved her till i burst
with passion,
then like a twisted symmetry
the shape of love
rewound the wounds
and i disappeared.
erin-cilberto
11/29/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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Can there be a worse fate than being ignored totally as if unworthy even of existence acknowledgment ?
Brutal.

Winston


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

appreciate your words, Winston,
j.
The total wording in this poem gives it a depth that puzzles the mind. twisted symmetry, rewound wounds, cause the mind to think. The end "and I disappeared" was an unexpected finish.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Soren,
j.
Interesting alliteration between rewound and wounds. Looking at them, one would think they rhyme, but the peculiarities of our language give them different pronunciations. I may be interpreting incorrectly, but I think the rewinding of the wounds brought about a love that resulted in healing. And with that healing, the ego disappeared.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Our crazy language...yes...thank you, John,
j.
Feeling and healing may be more closely related than rhyme. We can't let pain define us but it is there to remind us when something is wrong or we need to stop and reflect. I think everyone at one point or another has dreamed of disappearing. Only the magicians among us have the act perfected.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your insights, Fabian,
j.
Fabian G. Franklin

1 Year Ago

I enjoyed the read, my friend.
Interesting read, jacob...

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Light.
j.
light and ashes

1 Year Ago

You are very welcome.
ouch ... love can suck .. no doubt about it .. reading i feel the constraints .. an anaconda grip slowly devours .. sheesh .. when in such a grasp ... i feel the need for a weapon of some kind .. wire cutters maybe .. i think this poem is super emotive .. love it's brevity and a whole book worth of story .. you rock it sir! be well .. wishing you the best of the day
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, E.
j.
what a metaphorical heartbreak you express he

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Dale,
j.
This feels so toxic. It can be a wild ride but not one you stay on for too long

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Ciara...
j.
The shape of love. Clearly a new sweater which got mangled in the first wash by the sounds of it. Best left J.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Sweaters always made me too hot.
thanks, Chris,
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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