Tufts in the after

Tufts in the after

 

I am wrapped in sarcophagus tears

dead loves don't rise with the setting sun

vampires drive stakes through their own hearts

when goodbyes leave them alone for eternity

 

I thought we were forever

but then your ephemeral feelings

became moribund moorings

tying me to a dying ember

 

Love, ashes, drawn sashes

my friend darkness

speaking to me in my own tomb

as I recede into the womb

 

of desolate desire

encrypted 

bodies of 

those paragons

of

 

virtue and trust

until the rock is moved

the light intrudes and

they wrap me in my own naivety

 

and laugh through

the entire eulogy

while my tears 

smear the writing on the marker

 

and I become 

"the unknown poet

welcomed into the belfry

reservation accepted.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/24/2021

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

The world is so unstable these days with threats from a China, Russia,climate change, covid,and isis I don’t think there will be any preservation of anything. This write oozes that like mortality, love also is mortal in the sense it never really endures the longevity of life. But then again the question rises are we really monogamists? And like all love’s we all experience that Romeo and Juliet scenario. Great powerful imagery in each stanza J. Great stuff!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, andrew,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Well "unknown poet" dwelling in the belfry with the bats. These endless lockdowns affect us ... body and soul ... pulling and dragging at what limited sanity we still have.
How often have the "moribund moorings" tied us to something or someone we would rather escape ... kinda the old coyote ugly aspect.

The tufts in the title reminds me of upholstery in car rebuilds ... rolled and tufted.

I like the touch of Easter in verse 5 ... do you think that's what he thought when they rolled the stone away and he emerged blinking against the sun? or is it just me?

Good write j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, he might have been thinking that...it is not just you.
thank you for the words, Ted, and the constant support of my writing.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

somedays i just want to crawl back in bed and stay there ... piercing me own vampire heart .. a selfish fool ... the undead walk among us always don't they Jacob?! we among them too ... this mortal world not made for "forever" ... and so only Faith can take a leap from there says i! what a dark, vivid, emotive poem sir. i like it .. i especially like the
"...your ephemeral feelings
became moribund moorings" men get hurt .. but mostly it is forgotten .. except here https://youtu.be/7lp7FtJXp7k
keep staying safe brother!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they walk among us...the dead undead in our hearts.
thank you, E.
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and yes, a great song by Percy Sledge...
I was 16 when that song came out...had the single.

[Einstein Noodle]

did you keep any of those 45s?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I still have many of them, but sold most in order to buy albums...that was a dumb move on my part. But I still have between 500 and 600 albums on vinyl...

I have replaced a good number of those with the CD's.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! you are a collector ... you must have quite a few rather rare LPs .. I have a few that I kept .. just another thing i kick me self for ... getting rid of all those things of the 50s and 60s .. as a paper boy .. i (unbelievably) use to get paid and make change with silver dollars ... oh well ;}