old ribbons no longer tie bows

old ribbons no longer tie bows

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

old ribbons no longer tie bows

 

 

ruptured intellect,

frozen memory

cold thoughts can't reach parchment

 

and what is meant

is no longer held in synapse

between fingers and keys

 

captured heart

but mind locked

you are question mark

a blur from somewhere

 

and because of that

i am 

nowhere

 

sentiment interned

bleached with white out....

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/24/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Short sharp language precise and deadly, intense and emotional ride and read, excellent

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, gram,
j.
Fate and Destiny compels us to move on despite our wanting to 'stay'. We have to accept that we need to be accepting of changes and flow with the tide. A very hard task for us older ones. Food for thought!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your insightful comment, kitty,
j.
Solid and deep words shared Jacob.
"captured heart
but mind locked
you are question mark
a blur from somewhere"
I loved the above lines. The questions, unanswered can be many. Leave us wishing for a closure. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome my friend.
It is good fortune today’s technology enables us to keep so much writing and retrieve it so quickly. Of course, we’d rather whiteout a few life errors and writeover with a fresh ribbon. I miss my old typewriter, and some people from that era. ;)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, we would rather whiteout the errors...if only we could.
i miss my old typewriter as well.. read more
dear Jacob... all our thoughts must have a connection with cyberspace.
How could so much memory be stored in such a small space. There is so
much more to heaven and earth than we can ever fathom. I cherish all my
memories... but I know I am on borrowed time. Perhaps we should not be
stressed with worry, but relax and enjoy our time as much as we are allowed.
Your poetry is always like a bottle lost at sea with a note inside...
with more mystery. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Pat---and yes, we need to make the best of the time we have...
.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dear Jacob... as long as you have imagination... you
will have love... as pure as a mourning.. read more
I read this multiple times. I cannot comprehend its message at first but later it sink in. My interpretation of it is like aging and gradual loss of our skills, dexterity and finally our memories. It reminded me of my late grandmother. During her final years, her memories were all jumbled ....some days she is lucid, while at times I am the daughter , mother or even just a stranger.....it saddens me when that happened, as if our existence had been wiped out..

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

as was the case with my folks...and it is very sad...i believe poems belong to the readers to interp.. read more
Love the title. That’s the problem with memories you can’t cut the ties. So well executed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.
The problem is the old ribbons DO tie bows...and then they become knots. Some people are frozen in our memories as they once were...or as we thought they were. Who's to say what would happen if the memory thawed and reality hit us? It's been that kind of day for me....so that's my interpretation. I liked it, Jacob. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Lydi...i like your interpretation and oh yes, those knots.
j.
Reminds me of an old typewriter the ribbons typing question marks and then the superb ending with the use of white out eraser a sadness in the end of not knowing where or what or when liked this a lot Jacob

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Julie,
j.
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Year Ago

No worries
A lament over writer's block or a lover's lament over a blocked path to romance? It could speak to either.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, MomZ...
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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