it was a Crush of Madness

it was a Crush of Madness

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

It was a Crush of Madness

 

dazzled by moonlit spells

arched words shot by poisoned keys

in retrospect

we hunted bosoms of maternal instinct

survival of the strongest carrying signs

marching to Ravel

to death

to spasms of incorrigible

intangibles lasting a decade

mounting energy capsized

encapsulated by failing light

as morning woke from hibernation

and the wolves wept in silence

as they watched from depleted hills

and caught the scent

of exhausted vegetation

withering against a song of sightless lyrics

written by pens darkened with irreverence

and we danced around campfires

lit by stoked matches of optimism

and then the record stuck

groovy voices, interns of movement

never graduated,

but became still as the quiet moon

that once watched us with

hopeful eyes.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/15/1o

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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Watching from a distance and just being part of the now and here is all we can be- the soft sigh and wondering if what a new day will bring- stepping forward slowly into what will be becoming a part of the tale as it unravels - great words🌹

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Kelly...
j.
‘Thoughts In Time’🌹

2 Years Ago

My pleasure always🌹
oh my goodness ...dark, foreboding, yet just enough hope in closing ..my mind went to so many memories ...as the voice of the 60s generated such change ..and faded ...youth seemed dis-joined from a purpose other than self ..and now a voice raised by teenagers ...who have brains that are still growing ...standing to fight for what they say they believe ... the wolves and matches and dance are metaphors that most leaped out and captured me ... i am already depressed by the swamp and seeming helplessness for "the people" to make things honest ... so i keep matches ... boxes of stick matches in good supply .. i need them :(
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

i agree with you...it is hard to watch what is happening to the world...but the youth speaking out, .. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

yes! it is a great lesson and work of unity for them .. so often disregarded as to their opinions .... read more
To great sorry typo
Needs more coffee 😯

Posted 2 Years Ago


Love the part with the wolves
Jacob you have excelled my morning from beautiful go great

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for the kind words, Julie.
j.
I really enjoy this becuz of my penchant for wilderness dancing around firepits with wolves as I try to outmaneuver demons. I love how your message has both hopeful & desperate aspects. It suggests frenetic dancing, escaping, trying to blot out the widespread blight of what's going on . . . *sigh!* (Now that I rethink, I hear notes of Marvin Gaye: What's going on?) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

love your review, thank you, Margie...appreciate you.
j.
Looking back can send us on a race track of retrospection, trying to find meaning for it all. Your poem races along wonderfully, and settles with the quiet moon, who, perhaps, realised more hope than we knew.
Thank you for sharing this.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Aunt Astri.
j.
Great Aunt Astri

2 Years Ago

You are welcome.
Life changes so fast. Uphill becomes standstill and then downhill. Perhaps Its never too late to graduate. Perhaps the moon is still watching with hope. Such a haunting, insightful poem on the magic lost...

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

perhaps it is still watching...thank you for your words, DIVYA...
j.
Disillusionment made art.
Few got the future they wanted; did we get the one most of us deserved?
Work whose melancholy beauty is nothing less than haunting.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you, Jimmy...maybe we do get what we deserved...could very well be.
j.
To turn a old phrase, "man that was heavy."


Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you Cherrie.
j.
when my children were young...I would watch them play and listen to their imaginations. It was a beautiful thing. Now I worry about their future...it also gives me pause....did our parents and grandparents fear for us to? Did we seem so radical and spellbound? Hopeful eyes...but became still as the quiet moon....Im frozen..


Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

my parents thought i was radical...they eventually accepted my radicalness...thank you for sharing, .. read more

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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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