imagining on the coldest day

imagining on the coldest day

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


imagining on the coldest day

 

 

if a dandelion

metamorphosed into

a rose

 

could you tell the difference

between night and day

loves me, loves me not

 

and that pesky

feeling

that is pressed between the pages

 

of the book of poems

you refuse to peruse

when she has scattered

 

your heart in the wind.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/22/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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Many strong thoughts written Jacob. Wrong or right? Hard to decide sometimes. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

It is very hard to decide...exactly...
j.
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome Jacob. I am glad you are doing okay.
It is safer not to look in the book and find you did it to yourself.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

that is good advice.
thanks, Winston
A flower grows in Brooklyn… Amen … Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I keep hoping one might have grown in the Bronx as well.
thank you, dear Pat,
j.
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

Your Heart 💜 was scattered in the Wind like flowers in the Bronx… Amen 🙏 Pat
every poet's existential question J. that pesky feeling..so perfect. best to you on the season my friend

ken

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you kindly, Ken,
j.
There is pain here dear J that has not healed with the years. I felt it in your lines here. A most poignant write.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Chris,
j.
Hai, Jacob,l my friend and most esteemed and treasured Poet!

I have been two-timed more than one time in my life, fortunately not by my late wife, though I truthfully deserved the reward of as such ...

At times, I am almost angry at you ... Why? ... Because of your heart's ability to fly, to set to wing, to soar and wander whereat mine can seem to go no more ... And yet, it is not jealousy, no, Hell's F*****g No! ... It is simply my own desire to return to that Muse I used to love so, that Muse and love of my life that I owe, I owe, I Goddamn F*****g sure do owe, to her, to me myself, and all those who need to know that LIFE: LIFE hurts, Life's living hurts, not just our concept of Love ... This is a beautiful piece of poetry that I do wish I could duplicate, emulate, imitate at this juncture of my life in being left behind, love denied, and betrayed at love a final time of one that hast no clue what she shall do when my attention's money is gone and doing without becomes her song left to her by all those young whippersnappers who caressed her fur, but did nothing to line the shelves of her life's security of any future ... They call them hoes for a reason ... Just met my very first (I do hope last) one ... and this poem speaks to me, very personally, of as such that is truly real to me this day ...

As always, you set to pen of page, only that rage of the finest and most noteworthy beautiful poetry ... Old Man's Honor! ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Marvin...
j.
I saw water droplets frozen inside my bathroom window like a marble collection of tiny ice spheres gathered to the sill just yesterday. 8 degrees. I was outside for a few minutes and my lips froze. Then I called my daughter and they have been at thirty below. Somebody really does always have it worse I guess.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

there are those days...thank you, Fabian,
j.
Sounds as though a lot of the poems in that book were dedicated to her. Some memories remain painful, even years later.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

even the good ones may.
thank you, John,
j.
Loved this Jacob so much !
I hope you are keeping safe in that freezing country at moment watched in news. And hope you had a merry Christmas 🤶

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Julie...
j.
Masterfully written with just the right doses of poetic excellence. Deep meanings pervade every nook and cranny. I hope your coldest days turn into warm, cozy times by the fireplace. Warm cup of cocoa or coffee might help.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Sami,
j.
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

You are welcome sir.

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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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