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now withdrawn like the farmer's features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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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

Posted 4 Years Ago


Patricia Wedel

4 Years Ago

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

4 Years 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

4 Years 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.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Corset

4 Years 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

4 Years Ago

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

4 Years 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**

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

i like how you caught the double reference of "widowed"
thank you for your kind words, Lydi.<.. read more
Words well painted and penned.
Like life, the past have a lot of impact; either good or bad.
But what really matters is never to worse than the past. I think this is a good lesson I learned from this piece.

well written, Jacob.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Kay.
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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