Representation

Representation

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Representation

 

 

grief flickers, 

like window dressing

a mannequin's quivering lip

a wooden tear,

 

plaster eyes widen

yesterday's sunshine illuminates 

like a two way bulb

 

dim memories

sharper daggers

then the “off” switch

 

no more feeling

a wardrobe of once exciting design

given to Good Will

 

the store closes on the moment

fashionable mistakes forgotten

till the next line 

is introduced.

 

 

 

9/12/15

erin-cilberto

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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You have represented it well Mr Jacob. Well penned.

Posted 10 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Terrence.

j.
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I find your take on fashion extremely fascinating
In a way doesn't fashion resemble some element of humanity

hidden in all the make up, color and textiles
There is a crying soul somewhere wondering if we all have missed the point of life

That it was never about the dressing
It was always a matter of soul

You make fashion a controversial topic of the day
Maybe it is

Posted 10 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

ah yes, humanity, exactly...

thank you for your insights, Nisreenaa.

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Those poor dummies. Perhaps a new line will bring them some humanity.

Regards,
Al

Posted 10 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

it would be nice if that were to happen...thank you, Al.

j.
the closing of a clothing store like the closing of a relationship, or life, perhaps...the lip-quivering mannequin becomes the grieving as it watches helplessly as its wardrobe is donated to Good Will, just as we did with my dad's clothing a couple of months back... i really like where this piece takes me: i sense the grieving but there is a tiny bit of hope that a new line is forthcoming...

Posted 10 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, FT.

j.
I like the description of grief as "flickers" because it really does....

it's not a constant. it ebbs and flows. sometimes it cuts like a knife; other times it's a dull twinge.

but it's always there once it's born, and it's born of love.

great piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, rubie.

j.
We imbue things with memory and meaning beyond their material best before date. Another really fine write, Jacob.

Posted 10 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Pryde.

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..