wishing for seconds

wishing for seconds

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


wishing for seconds

 

 

 

toc-tic toc-tic

like rewinding the reels of a flick

i toss aside today's breakfast for

yesterday's lunch

 

and find you sitting across from me

staring that sandwich smile

onto my plate

 

i take a bite and remember your strong hands

hoisting me over your head,

as i sit there wondering what kind of thoughts

you are masticating in there now

 

and eventually it really doesn't matter

 

just imagining we are seeing a similar movie

is enough.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/6/16


© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto



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It sounds like you are in love with a female cyclop. Lucky guy!

Regards,
Al

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for the smile, Al...is actually about my recent visit with Dad at the memory care unit in .. read more
Great image of the speedy, jerky almost un-human movements of rewinding film.
The young-un yearns to be like the parent then comes the desire to be so different and then the resignation (not in a bad way) that Apple's can only fall so far from their life-giving tree.
I enjoyed this one j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Tony...

j.
I see an image of a time machine and I would like to enter and go back but wonder are we doomed to make the same mistakes again or would we change our future.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i would hope we could learn from the mistakes..

j.
W R Stowe

1 Year Ago

Yes I would hope so as well
It is that thought that keeps us going back, hoping however briefly that we will find ourselves on the same page once again and be hoisted up. A good write, j. as this series has all been.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Ted, and extended visit to my page---so appreciated from a poet whos.. read more
This has such a poignant overtone...and yet, there is a sense of peace and acceptance, as well.
It's a beautiful blending of emotion and memories and acceptance of life...and the tic tocking of the clock.
Very nice!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

really kind review, ReedWrite....thank you.

j.
This is one of my favorites of yours that are reminiscent of an aging loved one. I like the way your parallel analogous observations are braided together, side by side, & nicely (unexpectedly) congruous. I get glimpses of this person-in-a-shell with glimmers of recognition.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your very kind review, barleygirl

j.
i miss my Dad ...
"i take a bite and remember your strong hands
hoisting me over your head,"
did that with all my children :) squealing in fright for more when i tossed them .. "masticating" rudely woke me up .. pretty visceral ..not sure i have read it in a poem before .. i imagine my Dad enjoying his game of pitch with his buddies .. pretty sure they are all there enjoying their bit of heaven
E.


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i am sure they are, E.
thanks for relating and for your kind words,...

j.
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

your poem gives me fine remembrances and images .. your sure welcome ..and thank you ..:)
I got a very surrealistic image in my head after reading this.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Ashan...appreciate your read and words.

j.
Watching the slow demise of our loved ones isn't easy but you always capture those shared moments perfectly in words that move us. Yes, time is precious.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Witty,
j.
Very touching poem, I feel that j. R xo

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Rach.
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 two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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