No Safe Ground

No Safe Ground

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

No Safe Ground

 

 

 

hurricanes and earthquakes and such

intrusive lovers

not really friends

but then there is weathering family

 

some dead, some moribund in the mind

hearts dance into epiphany's night

but arms aren't wrapped around each other

they linger at a distance

 

survivors entreaty

but blood transfusions can't cut through the cold

 

on a NY street, i saw you in a picture

several stories and states away

like some ghost still begging for form

 

thoughts ride interstates in angry cars

forgiveness is a brief rest stop

with no concessions

 

you are gone from me,

i'm tired of driving into the same storm

and even the most expansive tremors

couldn't shock my heart 

back to you.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/20/17


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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"Weathering family"-the storms we are born to-whether good or bad... Relationships within relationships. Great metaphor and bleak, noir , chaotic vignettes. Driving madly or driving oneself mad over love ended ...Title says it all!

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Annette.
j.
Annette Pisano Higley

2 Months Ago

You're most welcome j.!
We endure internal raging when we are going through relationship difficulties. The winds of cognitive reasoning lull and gust and swirl about taking out our power lines and breaking our fragile branches. In the end we need to take shelter from the hurricane and stay on high and safe ground. As always you pack this full of descriptors and emotions Jacob.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you, John...yes, there are often such severe conditions within families---
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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