this poem has no title...the landlord owns the deed

this poem has no title...the landlord owns the deed

 

 

 

homesick blues

with a question mark

because home is a scattered mess

of memories

and different places of the heart

 

never purchased to be forever owned

always rented

and the leases always ephemeral entities

signed with tears

 

homesick blues

with an exclamation point

a "how did i get here from there?"

when i don't even know where there was

once upon a time

 

homesick blues

with an ellipsis

reminding me that forever might be worth the investment

but again, only willing to rent

gets me evicted

 

now on the streets of regret

i ponder

homesick blues

homeless

 

panhandling for a kiss, a touch

just enough to survive another day

 

home is where the heart is

but the nomad i am

never seems to find

the "where..."

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/9/19

Reviews

[jerry britners writings]

Good morning Jacob I am a newbie here and not a professional writer by any means. Personally I like the way you have placed your thoughts and words into a writing concerning a road that many if not most of us have been down at one time or another in our feeble lives. Sure jerked the chain of more than a few of memories

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for relating to this write, jerry....
appreciate your visit.
j.

[Michael Oliver]

Yes this is not my home - my home lies about twenty years in the past - a different world - another powm to nod at Jacob and sigh Oh yes

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes i think mine goes all the way back to NY..where i was born and lived my first 9 years...read moresometimes i think mine goes all the way back to NY..where i was born and lived my first 9 years...
thank you for your words, Michael.
j.

[DIVYA]

Commitment brings suffocation to some. Some spirits are just too free. Four walls are not for them. They can’t remain bound for long even by a perfect love.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, DIVYA,
j.

[DIVYA]

You’re welcome, Jacob.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... Have you read the Poem, "Vagabond's House" by
Don Blanding? It is a Tonic that will heal the wounds of life.
It is on Google. Your poem needs Don Blanding's poem as a Prologue.
truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i shall look for it...thank you, Pat,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Relationships and memories can be a sour mix, especially if one is commitment shy. "Only willing to rent" says a lot about the speaker's malaise. Short termers are fine for a while, but eventually the heart yearns for more. Moving piece here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, John...
j.

[kentuck14]

Homeless while living in a neighborhood of true love and emotional security. Never holding the deed but left with a handful of rental receipts . . . a great piece depicting the wandering heart.
T

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful and kind words, T.
j.

[Lorry]

I relate to this Jacob. That elusive where, with its mythical hook to hang your hat and plants a smile on your face and a warmth in your belly, even on the longest journey home, that has a comforting fire and a smile to welcome you home, can seem on a different planet with todays short term leases and packs of baying real estate agents howling at the moon.
Perhaps we are the only realists left, knowing that everything is borrowed. But we carry on regardless, looking for that roof and four walls that makes a house a home.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this reply, Lorry....
yes, sentiments shared for sure.
thank you,
j.

[Terpsichore]

In the grand scheme of things, it was only the blink of an eye previously that mankind roamed freely in this world; although it has to be said that since we first stood upright, we have always had an eye on our neighbours cave.

Over on our side of the pond, ownership of land has its roots in the feudal system established by William the Conqueror; but if memory serves it was Adam Smith some time later who drew the distinction between the right to property as an acquired right, and natural rights. Smith confined natural rights to liberty and life, that good old, if somewhat naive belief that mankind indeed had the right to roam freely. Whereas acquired rights were primarily the result of improved land management and the cultivation of common land; which thus far hasn't worked to well for the common man has it.

Not that my waffle has anything to do with your poem jacob; affairs of the heart being far more complex than 'get orf my land!' :)

T

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no it has not worked well for the common man...you obviously know your history...at which i am lax...but i appreciate your insights, T...
thank you for your visit.
j.

[Dave Brown]

this has to relate to the sorry mess of the ever increasing homeless (or did I miss again)
and if not, it should
Good morn Jacob
hope your day is an improvement on all that

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Dave,
never a miss...i believe the poems belong to the readers once the authors let them go.
thank you for the read and comment,
j.

[barleygirl]

This is superb imagination & wordplay, as we've come to expect from you. Except this one really stands out for me, especially that attention-grabbing title. I'm reminded of my lifelong commitment phobia . . . always renting cuz I can't commit . . . you nailed that so cleverly! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Margie,
j.