i don't care whose woods these are

i don't care whose woods these are

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

i don't care whose woods these are



walking on dirt paths,
tracks of tearful abandonment
the dust of love squealing its tires
as we are left folding up our hearts

and carrying our weight of love's incontinence
we always have the woods, the seclusion
to let loose our in-congruent emotions
the trees never lie
you did

the dirt paths lead anywhere
and my soiled eccentricities 
find their way to thoughts of you
but i stay within the forest line
writing lines, not for you
just about you

and the days of hiking through 
heartache
are over for me

i put my walking shoes
by the door after you slammed it shut
and slammed me shut
as well

zoom zoom.



erin-cilberto
9/8/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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"days of hiking through heartache are over for me" --> LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! as well as the continuation of this thought to the end of your poem! Strangely, your poem summons how a walk thru the woods is always different, sometimes hard to recognize, even on the same trail. Your defiant title grabbed my notice right away, too (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Margie,
j.
"and the days of hiking through/heartache/are over for me" That is a great line J!

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you, Tom,
j.
I can see your arboreal healing space in my mind's eye. Deep, cool, and primeval… screaming silence, embracing peaceful seclusion, soothing sorrow.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Momz...
j.
MomzillaNC

5 Months Ago

You're welcome.
We have to pen these thoughts Jacob, for ourselves. To make sense of all the senseless incomprehensibles left rummaging around our minds, like demented gremlins on coke.
They may have been the final nail in the coffin, but they were only the cutoff point in a long queue of hammer-throwers.
At least in my experience.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

your review made me smile, Lorry...
thanks for your words,
j.
Lorry

5 Months Ago

Most welcome.
Hiking through the heartache WOW! such a vivid picture you write with.


Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you, silent k.
j.
and the days of hiking through
heartsche
are over for me

Someone who is not prepared to venture out of the shelter of the woods where there is relative safety. Safety from the possibility of placing themselves again at the hands of heartache.

Zoom zoom is punchy. A bit like saying, so there, that's where I stand.

Chris

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your wanderings through my write, Chris.
j.
Life and love are a hike in the wilderness. Great write J.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you, andrew,
j.
Perhaps being lost in the woods of emotion as someone abuses your trust and rejects your love leaves one unable to step free from the treeline. The paths may be defined but the journey to freedom rejected in favour of the tree cover.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your insights, John,
j.
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sL
The image of an incontinent love pissing on the speaker of the poem and the loneliness that ensures works for me. I too love the zoom zoom. Thank you, always, for sharing your work.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, sL,
j.
Jacob... it always helps to have a sense of propriety.
I remember as a teenager... singing the song,
"I got along without you before I met you...
gonna get along without you now."
Carving something on a tree in the Woods would not help at this point.
Perhaps a Hoot Owl will say... "Just don't give a Hoot. We find
friends in the strangest places. Your poem is very Clever.
Love the zoom zoom... as ever, Pat


Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Pat,
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 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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