the painting is missing a track

the painting is missing a track

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the painting is missing a track

 

 

 

slow thaw

muddy memories

dance on the greening blades

 

sharp edges of winter still

haunting my landscape

i lie bleeding on a naive lawn of intent

 

tomorrow's expectations

still frozen as the brush dances

across canvas

 

the heart warms on its own accord

not the one that plays "Happy Together"

within my groove.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/3/19


© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto



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Liked your poem j. Nick Cave would be the perfect melancholic, crooner for this soundtrack,

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, gram....
Nick Cave must be a current artist...i am not quite familiar with many of.. read more
gram linski

1 Month Ago

No worries j. but the dark master has been knocking about for 35 years, check him out
J.
I am convinced your poems are like little mysteries filled with flashes of light in the confusion of our humanity. I sometimes like to see influences in people's poetry . . . but I'm still looking for yours.
Who are the poetic influences in your work?

By the way, I like that 2nd stanza!
Tom

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words...wow, several...cummings, dickinson, then the Beats...Creeley, Plath,.. read more
kentuck14

2 Months Ago

Yes . . . I see Creeley here.
track, as in 8-track I presume? You remember Jacob when we all would die and go to our graves if our cars wasn't equipped with one in the dash board and our back seats were covered with them. Even our homes had furniture made just for the storing of our 8 track tapes. (Was that, that long ago?)
I'm looking out my window. It's raining and snowing. Sleeting I think it's called and it's making a beautiful pattern on my storm window. Beauty is what the world needs now. ..great poem...dana

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

yes, and how they were often eaten up by the player...ha ha...i hadn't actually been thinking of 8 t.. read more
kentuck14

2 Months Ago

Oh, 8 tracks . . . not man's finest hour!
there is a new touch in those poems I read from You, a certain warming sadness (if this makes a sense), like sadness is gently brushing Your senses then Your emotions are written with delicacy, it's not like You are under huge pain, it's more that gentle sadness is flowing through You, a way to feel alive, a way to stir the senses and emotions, a way to be inspired.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Light,
j.
My reaction to this is, things are so low that a thaw will surely take place, but I am not too great at understanding anything that is not black and white, so I could be way off.

Dave B

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

poetry belongs to the reader, Dave...and what the reader sees is what's there...thank you for your w.. read more
Hmmm.....the Turtles would have loved this one, Jacob. Spring will be there soon enough. Then people will complain of mowing the lawn instead of shoveling the snow. Is there ever a time when complaints disappear? :) Paint your own canvas and make it as springlike as you wish because no one else can paint the way YOU can! Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

i doubt complaints will ever really disappear...thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
j.
The winter freezes beauty, but the rain prepares the earth for rebirth... as human nature blooms with scents of new attitudes and possibilities of a garden of seedlings dropped by migrating birds who feather our Country with songs of hope and survival. truly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Pat,
j.
Such a wonderful write here, Ever so lovely

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you, Ryanna,
j.
Ryanna

2 Months Ago

not a problem...
This sounds like a bittersweet memory looking at this painting. Reminders of love going wrong or something unpleasant that springs to mind on reflecting on it as you look at it. A heartfelt, raw and captivating poem.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Dawn,
j.
Dawn

2 Months Ago

Thank you for sharing. :)
Couldn’t help think along the lines that frozen memories that were frozen are thawing bringing back moments not necessarily pleasant on return or are to painful to visit but hey that’s my wacky mind for you. Either way an excellent write, always polished around the edges.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, andrew.
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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