Road Weary

Road Weary

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Road Weary

 

 

seconds march slowly

in peculiar fashion

and i am minutes to hours behind

a schedule i have never adhered to in life

 

lagging is my sagging attitude

the agony of pulled muscles running from the past

i have slowed down to a crawl

the drum beats a condensed dream

into submission

 

i am the face of the clock on the wall

of wishes

if only time could reverse like the miles

on an odometer...

 

but this vehicle has no  backwards tread

only a dread of future streets

 

and the hands of time

that hold me hard to this earth

jogging in a place

in my quicksand mind.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/20/16

© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto


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Analogy writing is what I like for sure, but you put a new twist in everything I've read. Interesting surely, clever and refreshing., absolutely.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Mehameha

j.
This poem seems to have a variety of analogies, which is less cohesive (for me) than the poems of yours that take one analogy & twist it in every possible direction. Still, there are some gold-medal phrases, as always: "lagging is my sagging attitude" . . . "pulled muscles running from the past" . . . "this vehicle has no backwards tread" . . . I can most relate to the last 2 lines of the 1st stanza (schedules are meaningless these days, becuz I keep going off on tangents all the time!) *smile*

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

interesting, i appreciate your comments greatly, barleygirl...

thank you...
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Beautifully written, j. It calls for reflection. It reminds us that we live on borrowed time. Only a moment, and we're gone. But Time keeps moving forward. It is good to keep living in the present. To fall back into the past; where nothing ever moves is a waste of time. Time is precious and Time is of the essence. Its schedule is always on time. We'd like to think we are masters of our life, but life can bring us to our knees. So we have to choose to live consciously and continue to hope even through weary eyes. Even if the tank is half-empty or the vehicle simply doesn't run like it used to. The roads are still full of promise and possibilities.
Thank you for your wisdom in your words.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Roma...

j.
Again, I identify....this 1953 model is chugging along a whole lot more slowly than it did just a few years ago. Seems the more I try to hurry, the slower I go. In my mind, I am still able to do it all, but not in reality. Yup, the road has been long and I am weary. Thing is, I am still chugging along. That is what counts! :) Lydi**

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

i know..damn....we still think we can...just like the little engine that could.

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Jacob, this one has tickled me, especially this line here (i am the face of the clock on the wall
of wishes if only time could reverse like the miles on an odometer..).I totally relate and laughing as I re-read.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you, Cassie...appreciate it could make you smile.

j.
Are the lights all on and everyone home?

Whew! It's 5:11 am. I'm blown away picking myself off the floor. Careful kid I'm getting to old for the floor.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Cassie

7 Years Ago

This is among one of the funniest reviews have ever read Alfred. Hope you do not break your back
Alfred Kukitz

7 Years Ago

I'm up and about as they say.
Very beautifully written Jacob! I love the internal rhyme and origonal line breaks and all of the wonderfully writen poetic prosody which you do so well. Bravo my friend! ~Sharon

Posted 7 Years Ago


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What a beautiful portrait of how time outruns us. I can relate to your lines. Your word use is thoughtful with a pinch of dreaminess about it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Vanessa...

j.
I get this way sometimes. Life is flipping exhausting.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

yes, it is, Mark..yes it is.

thanks

j.
Dread, submission, and jogging in place, the grind and the weary apprehension which roils all our dreams expressed eloquently and admirably.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, W.k.

j.

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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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