the supremely culturedA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe supremely cultured send flowers to no address specifically, they wilt in transition as the lives they represent a mass of spectacular color, she was not a bulb to be plied stood out in defiant stance bloomed in the only mind that mattered while her heart, died of an early frost or a late frost, or just natural causes that caused her to consume the metaphorical gun of despair she was what they wanted for a while, planted in the terrarium of "normalcy" of "sweetness" of compliance to the will of those who mourn her now with guilty pleasure and an array of blossoming smiles they made her, they sowed the seeds that grew her to their perfection a garden of insanity where freedom of self is so deeply rooted the ground is the only solace why this heart? what gains for them in the end? a corpse of charitable contribution lies deadly awake staring at a sky she can't see. erin-cilberto 4/9/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 9, 2022 Last Updated on April 9, 2022 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally 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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