love actually

love actually

 

 

 

curling around ribs

sneaking under endless bone

the scalpel finds heart

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/27/22

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

Doesn't it just? This is a neat, concise summation of what love is all about. Heartache, pain, blood. Wounds that aren't always visible. That's what I took from it, anyway. That's the genius of poetry. We bring to it and we take away from it based on our experiences. Well done!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Zoe,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to find the heart sometimes. Very nice movement of words. Happy New Year Jacob and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Lydia Shutter]

Love does find its way through to our hearts....and it is a good thing that it does. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very good thing...thank you, Lydi,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed this. It reminded me of Emily's words,
"Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life!" Emily Dickinson

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you just recited my favorite poem by Emily D.
in high school I had to memorize another of her poems, and this one was in the book right under it...I loved it so much I immediately memorized it.
thank you, Fabian.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's always a pleasure to read your work, Jacob.

[red93]

Excellent Jacob - great metaphor.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Tony,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

The first cut is always the deepest so they say. Maybe a another donation of a spare rib will do the recipient better in a newer model. Yes love can embrace the heart and or leave cuts. A heart is like a whale, it bears the visible scars from conflicts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, a whale does that....such gentle creatures....hate to see scarred ones.
thanks, andrew,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Oh yes. Doesn’t the scalpel find the heart? Fabulous piece of brevity and wonderful metaphor J. Felt this one. No pain relief, no anaesthetist.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you get it...thanks, Chris.

[Laz K.]

"the scalpel finds heart" - indeed...when it comes to love, we are "patients etherized upon the table" (Eliot) and the "surgeon" does with us as she pleases. your metaphor also suggests a kind of cold, surgical precision that is quite antithetical to what we normally like to imagine love is like. great, evocative write - as usual.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Laz,
j.

[Anjeline]

Wonderfully written and the line- "the scalpel finds the heart" feels like a story or poem in it's own. Nice one !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Anjeline,
j.

[Ciara]

The words cut just as sharp. Love finds a way to deal the blows.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like your response better than the poem itself.
j..