a garden with no sunshine

a garden with no sunshine

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


a garden with no sunshine

 

 

i was running

i heard rumors of chaos

behind my bloodied ears

my head exploded

concussions of coerced words

ended up splashing onto lily white pages

 

but the flowers weren't white

they were crimson and black

as the nights have been in aftermath

 

so much so

that the moon is hiding

in the heart of darkness.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/5/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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In our present climate, anything is possible. We are now experiencing changes in the weather that is astounding mankind giving us reason to question prophesies coming to pass. Profound read here!


Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful words, kitty,
j.
kitty

4 Years Ago

Pleasure' mine my friend!
I am thinking bout all there terrible massacres that have been occuring.
Just like the moon I hide my head in shame of what our country has become.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

we are all hiding our heads from fear and angst, Dale.
thank you,
j.
This can only be referring to the horrific massacres these last days have seen. Stanza one is a nod to the victims as well as a notation of the "coerced words" that certain politicians are finally being forced to speak. The last stanzas are grim images of the seemingly endless dismay we are feeling now. The nod to Conrad at the end is sums it all up very well. Well done.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, John,
j.
I think baseball has been replaced as the great American pastime...and there are no winners.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

wow, when you stop to think, i think your statement may be right....but i would rather be watching a.. read more
and it never ceases to end,a way of life it seems

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

yes, unfortunately...thank you, wordman,
j.
 wordman

4 Years Ago

you`re welcome jacob
Love this Jacob, especially the ending, which most of us will be admiring, but secretly wishing we had thought of it to help explain what we are all trying to do, make sense of our own personal darkened thoughts.
An explosion of nightmarish fears our mind throws at us, when all we crave is one splash of brightness.
I give the teacher an A+ on this.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Lorry,
j.
you painted it again jacob..absolutely stunning contrast of white pages, coerced words and bloodied crimson and black flowers .. oh how your poem makes me pine for that hidden moon ..went out with the dogs at 3AM ... and she was nowhere to be found ;(((((((((((((((((((((((((((
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your words, E.
j.
Reliving the atrocities of recent mass shootings can catupult one into a dark place, espeically when one is largely helpless to challenge the way things work. Once again you cover the page in the emotion of it all in amazing word choice and the images you project in this freeverse Jacob.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, John,
j.
this is terribly sad jacob and a most fitting and apt post, on the back of so much recent bloodshed and carnage.... I myself shed a tear and devised a brief embu for the victims and their loved ones.. indeed for the whole of your country at this most difficult time...

Neville

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you, Neville...no matter where it happens it is just as tragic and damaging to a way of life t.. read more
Neville

4 Years Ago

I wholly agree ..

Neville
'the moon is hiding
in the heart of darkness'

She doesn't want to see the carnage. After the dark comes light, after night comes day, it is always that way. After the chaos eventually there will be order. A really sad poem. Running away from violence, that's straight out of my dreams. I understand that running.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your understanding, Chris.

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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