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Thoreau's Getaway in Theoretical Woods

Thoreau's Getaway in Theoretical Woods

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Thoreau's Getaway in Theoretical Woods 

 

 

rustic intrigue

wilderness fingers touch urban skin

a slight rustling in the concrete boundaries

 

cabin fever love emerges

bare trees forgive

refuge in the blades of snowy green

mixed feelings render me helpless

 

i want to feel a rural fulfillment

inside my citified heart

i want to follow you down an untrodden path 

to a solitary ending

of just we two

 

escape the traffic of banal thoughts

the uncomfortable sounds of old emotions

blaring like rude taxi horns

in the middle of the night

 

i want to love you like we 

never left the Eden of our past

with knowledge of pending future

the soft sound of an owl's breath

 

even when his song has harsh

inferences

and we are lost in a parliament

of irreconcilable differences.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/3/18


© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto



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ooooo...the soft sounds of the owl's breath. Gives me shivers. The final piece is really great.

Posted 8 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words,

j.
Life as we know it will n ever be the same as are two minds that think exactly alike is even more mythical like stone henge.yes love would be flowing ever so nicely on two minds having the same thoughts.

Posted 8 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Months Ago

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.
Lovely, common sentiments conveyed with uncommon beauty--great craft and cleverness, as well.
Another top-notch offering, Jacob!

Posted 8 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy.
j.
J., I always enjoy reading your work. It's always original and thought-provoking. As I read this piece, I was reminded of a summer in Cambridge, Massachusetts and a few day trips to Concord and the surrounding area. Since I'm a Thoreau fan, I wanted to find Walden Pond. Crushing! It's a public park, blacktop, concrete, and nothing I had pictured in my mind. Not that I was expecting a 19th century rural scene; still, it ruined the image in my head. Nothing "rustic" remaining except faded memories.

I think most of us desire this "getaway" you describe. It's perhaps an "Eden" that never existed, except in our imagination, but it's what we desire and want to experience with a loved one, or maybe just another kindred spirit. It's also an America we want, reminiscent of what we imagine in past centuries, rustic and harmonious. Like Thoreau, these things seem dead. So, we read, dream, and write. Nice work, sir.



Posted 8 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Months Ago

really like your response, Robert, but am sorry that Walden Pond was so modernized...wish you could .. read more
"If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
Some of Thoreau's sayings that live for eternity as your poems. We need to go back to nature, to henosty and truthfullness and leave this partisan bickering and scoring of points for political gains. Everyone loses at the end when the ship sinks. The song is lost as you wonderfully state great poet.

Posted 8 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind review Sami.

j.
Sami Khalil

8 Months Ago

You are welcome, Jacob.

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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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