Gathering

Gathering

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Gathering

 

 

 

sterile enhancement

bigger than life's true breath

golden idols dance in the breeze

and we follow, wayward

 

heart's absurd contentment

bought and sold

for a pittance of moral fortitude

but lots of green

 

i found mine in the old pastures

under a Vermont frost

some October way back when

and reveled in the nothingness

but somethingness as the dew

evaporated with my years

 

we can't buy those kinds of memories

and when the accounting comes 

with the reckoning

hearts will sleep restlessly

 

as what we had evaporates

with the wind,

and what we could have been

becomes an apparition

 

taunting us for the rest of forever.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/29/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Memories may come to visit
to make this soul humble
to realize like we go back
we move forward
until the end comes
and no movements can take place
only a life well lived for all its turned out to be
Amazing pieces

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your poetic reply, Lingering,
j.
A voice of wisdom and experience, echoing the shortcomings of short-term thinking, usually from the young and greedy. A friend once told me that he spends his time and money on wonderful experiences, not "stuff." The riches of the mind seem to last longer than what we purchase, mostly for show. A poem all should read, especially the young. Well said, J.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

i agree with your insights, R.E. and your friend's---experience is more important than accumulating .. read more
Has the sound of one looking back on might have beens. There is the sense that the speaker is feeling regret for chances missed and lost, perhaps misled by "golden idols." Also, there is the feeling that there was some type of sellout, the forfeit of a dream for monetary gain. Regret seems to populate the rest of the poem, regret for the chance lost and the years since. This type of memory troubles many, stealing the joy from the present, which it should not be allowed to do.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your insightful words, John.
j.
The things that really matter, have always mattered. They are programmed into our psyche, and no amount of transient green can ever change that.

Insightful lines jacob.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

love your reply...thanks so much, Beccy.
j.
especially like V3 ... puts me in a good place .. like your speaker .. after many years of evaluating this that and the other .. i believe Erikson calls it ego integrity vs. despair ..if we are priviledged to last so many years and have a healthy state of mind and heart .. we contemplate our lives .. see the things that truly count .. so much different from the pursuits of our youth .. great poem .. sound wisdom .. i like the nitty gritty of your closing .. perhaps we should be a bit uncertain ... slightly off balance .. the "after life" being a bit of a mystery to the living ;) taking this with me today jacob .. it breeds gratitude says i! ;)
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review, E.
j.
Nice one for the feast of St Francis - being an old country boy resonate with this so much


Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for relating, Michael.
j.
Love how you weave this slightly haunting tale, suggesting that regrets can be the most persistent of the nagging specters! *sigh!* Love how you use dynamic imagery to portray restless senseless gyrations we go thru when the regret-specter gets ahold of us! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review, Margie,
j.
dear Jacob... when we were middle-aged... we never knew the
silver linings in life would reveal the early morning dew as
a blessing bestowed to those who linger in the shade of an old
apple tree... every phase of life is like a honey dew Mellon...
sweet and delicious to the pallete. truly, Pat

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

funny, even though i am way past it...i still feel i am only in middle age...and often i feel as if .. read more
We are each a ghost town, haunted by the memories of what could have been, what should have been, and what will never be. The ghosts within ever reside and know us better than anyone.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

they sure do, Linda, so true.
thank you for your words,
j.
When I reflect on my teenage years and early twenties, I recall how trivial it all seemed. So taken up by hairstyles, fashion, makeup, boyfriends, tittle tattle of who was screwing who, I think I saw the world with my eyes half shut. I tried to remember when I first looked at the full splendour of a tree in autumn colour. There was no recall. I do not think I started to see until I was much older. As to the reckoning, I have no regrets about who I could have been or what I could have done. I guess that must mean I am pretty content. That's where your lines took me Jacob. Maybe I found out something about myself through reading you.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

i like hearing how content you feel, Chris...i wish we all could have that sense of being where we a.. read more

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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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