a moment's notice

a moment's notice

 

 

 

tranquil interruptions

in a still life quarantine

 

moving so fast we are inert

the mind matters most

and restricts the inhibitions of the heart

 

when love is secluded within

we are kept from what could have been inevitable

 

touching a hand,

sensing a smile

consuming the face of acceptance

 

but when the chaotic steady flow

of mistrust interrogates the suspect

in our mind

 

we end up in a solitary state

wishing we could just have 

one more intrusion

 

and a still photo of how we felt.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/25/15

Reviews

[Larq]

Hi Jacob- been away for awhile, but glad to see you are still here and writing beautiful thoughts. Another stop me in my tracks and make me ponder poem!

but when the chaotic steady flow
of mistrust interrogates the suspect
in our mind

we end up in a solitary state
wishing we could just have
one more intrusion

and a still photo of how we felt

These lines make me realize that I cannot give power to pain of the past...I need to be open to beautiful intrusions. Shelving this one...thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, larq...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

The lines in this poem gather round a fire of envy for your talent. I find in you, Jacob, at times a huge bump in the road of reading your poetry. My head hits the roof of my car in amazement.

Great write!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

careful of that head, my friend--tighten the seat belt....and thank you for the kind words,
j.

[Diana]

"the mind matters most
and restricts the inhibitions of the heart"- Oh, yes.

"and a still photo of how we felt."- I like how it's a still photo; it works well with the past tense, and no longer active (still) photo.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Diana.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

You're deeper than Donald Trump's pockets--but available enough to be patted on the back.
This is me, patting your back:
Brilliant piece!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks Jimmy, appreciate the kind review.

j.

[KWP]

oh to master the mind and reside in a constant state of equanimity ..... but then on the fip side, however would we learn? then, if we never has the experience i the first place, however would we know how to navigate our way through the good, the bad and the ugly? It is only when we move through do we learn how to accept it all and wade through this journey called life ...

very thought provoking Jacob - and that I like X

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your keen insights into this poem, KWP...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

What do we want anyway? It's a case of "don't do it, I like it." Do we want to be alone or do we really want companionship no matter how many times we have tried and failed......the eternal questions. Jacob, your poetry has been so philosophical of late...and I like it. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.

j.

[M. Shepherd]

"What could have been inevitable" evokes such that neverending wrestling match with the idea or god, or the universe, or whatever it may be called, the idea of inevitability wrestling with "maybe" and all the certain uncertainty there. This poem certainly deals with the uncertain, that fear. And that it's out of our control, really, everything happens too fast for our hearts to make an executive decision, so it's given over to the pragmatism of the mind and we end up alone.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful comments, Marcie.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

damn! "its all in your mind" comes to mind (i am sure you remember that phrase eh!?;) reading this for me is like tricky maneuvering over brambles, briars and under cave rocks and always going circuitous ... rolling around inside the noodle .. first couplet is so power packed ..imprisoned .. we don't quite shake the bars ..there is no intent to get out ..so sadly satisfied to retain that picture ... and stay there holding it to ones breast .. i like this poem a lot ..i think it is brilliant! just brilliant :)
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, E.

j.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Lost feelings can seem more intense after the event than at the time...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is so true, thank you, Tomas.

j.

[iand63]

You are what I call a 'quiet' artist. You don't use flare or trapezian rhyme, there is no 'clever' device in your works. You speak clearly and simply of experience and observation. This is what I most admire in you Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, iand63---

j.