that old blue car and a backseat of memories

that old blue car and a backseat of memories

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


that old blue car and a backseat of memories

 

 

nighttime

on route 5

crossing through the green mountains

standing on tip-toe to look out the window

 

farms pass us by

or we pass them

the cows moo and wink

at the little kid staring from the back seat

 

some lie down awaiting the storm

they do that,

but perhaps they were showing me more

there is a storm of life awaiting

as we grow up and away

from route 5

 

and the ancient Plymouth

that most likely rests in some 

car graveyard

on an old lot in the Bronx

where good autos go to die

 

and memories look out the window

trying to break the glass and escape,

but ghosts can only wish

 

they haven't the power to

drive the past

into the present.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/2/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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This gives a clear view of a young child watching from the back seat as the world passes and takes him into the parallel world of adulthood and the allegory of being trapped and helpless once again.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your insightful words, John,
j.
And in my head, that journey continues beyond the horizon, to the tune of stand by me, by Ben E. King, cruising beyond the freeways and onto machine heaven. Just as we find ourselves so many route stops from where that journey began.
I am pretty impressed at my romantic notion of that blue car Jacob, considering I didn't start driving until last year. I wonder how many miles there will be to enjoy. Not many knowing my driving ability. I leave a nose smear on the windscreen, aka Mr Magoo 😀

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Oh Magoo, you've done it again...
wonderful review....blue cars, a new driver, and machine he.. read more
I love the innocence of this piece, that young kid on the backseat eyeing up the wonders of the world. I don:t think I ever had a car ride until I was about ten and then I had already moved from the city to the country. That's when I discovered cows and learned things about them. Yes, I too knew that if the cows were lying down, a storm could be brewing. When I reflect on my childhood, there were no storms. Just one day after another and they mostly seemed sunny. How things change. Plenty of storms appear on the horizon when you become an adult. Don't you just wish you could see the world through the eyes of that kid again? Lovely poem of nostalgia here Jacob with some great imagery thrown in for added measure.

Chris

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for sharing your insights and experience of what is in this poem, Chris,
j.
Amazing
this concept of looking back
this window into life
and into moments that once felt like thats all that there is
or could be

beautiful

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Lingering,
j.
This took me back to road trips in a brown station wagon. Through a child's eyes.
Nice feel to this one.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

oh wow...yes those beautiful old station wagons....
thank you, Edie.
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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