grazing and gazing toward a once fertile past

grazing and gazing toward a once fertile past

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


grazing and gazing toward a once fertile past

 

 

an old gutted out barn

the cows never came home again

bales of rancid hay

years removed from use

pitchforked years of curdled milk

 

and buffed bank accounts

now withdrawn like the farmer's features

his thumb changes channels

on his antenna driven idiot box

as he recedes from life

 

there are no green pastures left,

he is widowed of a reason to exist

 

an old gutted out barn

in a painting,

hanging on the wall behind him

 

like his life.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/9/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Love the metaphor here thanks Jacob great poem
Ps I read some of Emily Dickinson’s very good thanks 🙏 and downloaded some on my kindle app on my phone

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Julie...and glad you are enjoying Emily....she is my very favorite poet...
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Week Ago

Ok cool yes she’s good my fav Aussie poet is Henry Lawson and his one called the last review about.. read more
Like looking in a mirror Jacob. Receding from life is my new favourite description. I shall use it often, as I mumble to myself about that old screeching hinge on the gate that drives me insane(R), but oiling it would mean going outside and that's where all the scary s**t is.
I love how it ends with it being a painting being described... Maybe. 😀

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Lorry,
j.
Great use of metaphor here Jacob, strong imagery and your lines evoke pathos. Excellent write.

Chris

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris,
j.

Tis sadder than sad... but clearly and oftenly true... Cleverly captured here for all days to come....

N.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, Neville,
j.
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

i like your word, Neville....
oftenly--although not really a word, i think it should be....
Neville Pettitt

1 Week Ago


I like it too and have used it oftenly enough.. and true :)
Smart and clever imagery and writing skills here J as per all your writes. Yes just like a painting his past also hangs behind him.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, andrew,
j.
whoa. the barn is symbolic of the body of the farmer, an anthropomorphic building representing his life. and it got gutted out! it's quite horrific. and a true story to many people.

pitchforked years of curdled milk. beautifully devastating imagery. the sense of loss is overwhelming. and then he just watches TV for the rest of his life. no green pastures left means that there is no hope.

an old gutted out barn in a painting, it's his American Dream that he lost. actually this imagery reminds me of a rural farmer's version of the picture of dorian grey. hanging on the wall behind him, where presumably he wont care to look back at it. a dream/hope/image that is now in the past and never to be awoken again.

the feeling of regret in this poem is stunning. good writing, friend.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, dorian grey....the picture ages, he does not....i remember.
thank you for your words, Mo.. read more
My last recollection of my Grandpa Dave... was when he was home
and listening to Hank Williams, Sr. records... one after another.
However, my best memories are when my Grandma Minnie milked their Cow
and Grandpa Dave walked the Horse-drawn Plow. They had no sad poems...
only happy memories... and we should do the same. The world belongs to the next
generation of lovers and poets. We are the parchment that holds their dreams.
Amen... Pat

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Patricia Wedel

1 Week Ago

Jacob... I do understand... but I love the challenge...
however... too many failures can res.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

but i feel so much inspiration from the past...i think like actors we use the past to conjure up emo.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Week Ago

thank you j. Women love to put Bandaids on men's hearts... and vice versa... I feel safe with a "fa.. read more
oh gosh Jacob, someone should teach him the joys of poetry I suppose. (or MMO's :D) rancid what a word, but hits the mark, I love rancid old barns though, I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I feel of this is sad but there is something beautiful in old things still waiting to be remembered.

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Corset

1 Week Ago

I found a house with lack shutters but I couldn't find the barn, but anyway that was fun, Vermont is.. read more
Corset

1 Week Ago

black not lack, I miss everything but the smell of manure XP
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

you found it, i am sure...the barn had burned down before we even went there...
No barn...jus.. read more
So very sad. After a long time marriage, the one who remains is often lost. It is not unusual for the surviving spouse to pass away soon after. You paint such a bleak picture here, Jacob. Your words are always artistic. Lydi**

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

i like how you caught the double reference of "widowed"
thank you for your kind words, Lydi.<.. 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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