New York Times and after...

New York Times and after...

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

New York Times and after...

 

 

eloquently black and white

his pace slowed

spirit still sharp

he told me stories i heard a multitude

of times

his times

old times

New York Times

 

and other times

of how he met her

courted her

as they English Saddled 

through Central Park

 

and his love for her was deeper than the Grand Canyon

taller than the Empire State Building

insanely Swedish for a couple years

typically Trinidadian as permanent tourists

 

they dodged Caimans 

coconuts 

went nuts

together

seventy years of stories made

 

so i could sit with him while his gray grew long

and he bearded a face that never had a whisker

 

and he whisked me away

to the old days

as i sat mesmerized,

 

now i sit remembering

missing

with my own stories of him

to tell

of times

his times

old times

New York Times

and after…

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/1/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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With the youth obsession of current times, I wonder how many young people value sufficiently the stories of those of previous generations. I once knew a Pearl Harbor survivor who recreated the history of that day for me. So far, no one has asked me anything.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your wise words, John,
j.
The description here of that deep love touched my heart. It reminded me so much of the love that my Dad had for my Mother. He would have done anything for here. They were childhood sweethearts and were married for forty years until he died. He was also gifted academically. I am wondering here whether you are writing about your parents Jacob? I may be off the mark, but there is such an emotional pull with this piece of writing as I read it, I felt the love of father and child coming through very strongly. A very engaging write, beautifully penned.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Chris...
j.
Again I love the word play, especially the final four lines of the first stanza. In this you reminisce and replay memories that are so obviously precious to you Jacob. They will always be there!

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

yes, they will, John, thank you for your words,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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