some weather forecasts are way off target

some weather forecasts are way off target

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


some weather forecasts are way off target

 

 

 

there are intermittent showers,

but those come from clouds

 

this shower was a steady spray

raining drops of metal and powder

down on unsuspecting blades of grass

 

many turning brown and blowing away

like in a sandstorm of deflection

the infected cause with broken mind

shattered glass, blood stained intuition

aggravated assault

 

the intuitive minds find puzzles

on mundane boards of ilk

and the pieces never really fit

 

they get saturated in darkness

and innocents fall like dominoes

but this is no game room

 

the canvas sounds chords

the chords diluted with fear

the song keeps playing but the singer

is not singing, just listening

 

as the thunder is anomalous

and strikes all over the ground

breaking limbs off human trees

making un-consecrated earth

a holy haven of chaos

 

we wonder why God is so mad

that he would let this happen,

 

then we realize there is no deity involved

or uninvolved

 

there is only a simple man

with simple madness

and a room full of lightning rods

striking an eerie magic

in his own demented mind---

 

he is the storm

he is the spray

then he is just as silent

as those he leaves behind.

 

yet we speak of him

in perpetual skies

in perpetual lies

that he is a one and done.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/3/17  


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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Incredibly poignant, heart-felt poem, laced with anger, frustration, despair, grief. Every single perfect line can stand alone in brilliance. Apocalyptic Imagery evokes cinematic flashes of old gods destroying corrupt Roman cities- the rise and fall of civilization mirrored in the deadly acts of “ a simple man with simple madness.” An apt epitaph. Relevant, thought and emotion-provoking write.

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jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Annette.
j.
This poem describes the mayhem so perfectly....so poetically. A broken, snapped man, a storm, a steady spray of death, the thunder and clap of bullets, then a deathly silence on either side. Oh my God...it will remain with us forever.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

yes, it will remain with us forever, DIVYA...
such a tragedy..
thank you for your word.. read more
And so they were - like grass - mown down without mercy and the break from the norm - the non-cloud related storm - makes people panic and seek answers in the conspiracy theories of olde.
He's made himself temporarily immortal at the cost of so many innocents.
Just when we think we've seen it all...


Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your insights, Tony...

j.
have to point out this verse:
"the intuitive minds find puzzles
on mundane boards of ilk
and the pieces never really fit"
for me...it speaks volumes ... and your closing is likewise perceptive and i can hear the sarcasm and irony play ... Newscasters Glee Club song ... heaping more insanity into our melting pot ..oh so sad and our hearts are broken once again :(((
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, E.
j.
As the poet writes about the bad guys who lie is sleazy beds we come upon the writer who has nuked them back to death.

Regards,
Al

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your words, Al.
j.
Free will.
Our greatest gift.
Our greatest power.
Our worst enemy.
Expressed,
The man in the tower.

I feel like people get so lost in their ability to do what they want, they forget to think beyond theirselves.

I enjoyed your descriptive expressions. Thanks for sharing.




Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your words, Joe.
j.
A fitting piece that exposes the futility and random nature of events such as the recent Las Vegas mass shooting. No god protected the innocent nor preordained it happen. It is man and his madness and that alone. So well put Jacob.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

yes, man in his madness....thank you, John...appreciate your read and insights.]
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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