souls convening in the a.m.

souls convening in the a.m.

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


souls convening in the a.m.

 

 

lost in ghostly conjecture

two mists by an old street lamp

cadavers laughing in the odd light

scaring passersby with their banter

 

i don't believe,

but why do i hurry my step

as i pass by that flickering light

mumbling loudly to myself

so that 

i cannot hear them

 

laughing at me

then disappearing into thick air.

and thin skin.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/4/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Good poem j. I have heard whispers in the wind at silly o'clock in the morn, is it them, is it me, do they speak of dark thing to come, or shoot the s**t, wanting banter after all this time, unaware that they are disappearing into thick air and thin skin

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your words, gram,
j.
I enjoy the company of ghosts I wear them every day! Every night I hug them and in the morning I write them down if they give me good whispers:) it is human nature to be afraid of the unseen, unforeseeable, Un-understood it is deeply rooted in our survival and then you get dumb bunnies like me that seek them out:) a great feel to this one Jacob i love ghost poems!!!!

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

that makes two of us, Bb...i too seek them out.
thanks for sharing,
j.
sometimes it's the memories of people that haunt us and even though we know its not real it still gives us the chills when they appear, like an abuse victim flinching at shadows

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

and we tell ourselves the memories don't haunt us, but they do...thank you, Edie,
j.
Oh, this is good! A real poem, both real and unreal, both here and 'there'....

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

Thank you, Nolo,
j.
Like whistling past a graveyard...we say we don't believe, but we're just not sure. I encountered something similar to this at an Inn in Niagara on the Lake...came back to the room after dinner...in a hallway at the bottom of the stairs was a seamstress' dummy dressed in a wedding dress (shades of Miss Faversham) and my wife wanted a picture. The innkeeper had said the place was haunted...he had encountered the spirit himself...I go down to get the shot...alone in a darkened house and the hair on the back of my neck stood up and a shiver ran down my spine...needless to say it didn't take long to get back to the room.
So maybe the shades on the other side do laugh at us.

A good write, j.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

ooo...i like that story....did you feel the spirit was there?
Ted Kniffen

4 Months Ago

Yeah, actually I did, but didn't want to stick around to find out for sure.
very nice, a twist of darkness here. I love this. I really love that you ended with them have thin skins letting the reader understand that you are not, a write after my own heart. thanks for the share.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Pat,
j.
Patricia

4 Months Ago

Your welcome. And forgive me all my typos I hurt my finger opening a can, and I have been preoccupie.. read more
Oh wow Jacob, this has such a synister edge as you say you don't believe but portray these spectres as having some credibility?

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your words, John,
j.
Your final stanza here hits the reader. You say you don't believe but they leave their mark on you. They disappear into thin skin. I think you know who they are, but aren't saying.

Chris

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you, Chris...
j.
who can not remember times when a "presence" raised the hair at the nape of ones neck .i sure do .. as a kid when i stayed up after everyone else went to bed ... turning off the downstairs lights and TV put all that darkness behind me and chased me up those stairs until i reached the safety of my bedroom ... closing my door on those ghosts ;) and your closing is intriguing says i! the thin skin is killer for me ..nice scene ..inspiring my own memories ..connecting me to your story ..i like it!!
E.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for finding a way to relate to this write, E.
appreciate your words,
j.

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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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