not so recently deleted

not so recently deleted

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

not so recently deleted

 

 

my computer said 

"this folder is empty"

i suppose, like my heart

 

no data worth saving

the past on a flash drive

hidden in a pocket of bad will

 

a box of old postcards 

on a hard drive that shut down

even though the message was not

to shut down because of necessary updates

 

contradictions in a save file

so i can open up thoughts of you anytime

and feel just as confused again

 

even with the computer turned off

the monitor of my soul

glares at me

like i am a virus

 

perhaps i am,

and spyware

needs to target what's left of me

 

and send it to trash

like a pop-up ad

unblocked

just to remind me

every time i log in to you

 

i may crash completely.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/9/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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How did I miss this, You always amaze me with your poetry Jacob, sometimes I do not know how to review

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Cassie,
j.
A tech-savvy poetic statement of lost love.
One virtual nervous breakdown.
For some reason, the saddest thing, to me, was that "box of old postcards."
Even though "computerized," it was something "human" I could relate to.
Still, a great piece of writing!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

yes, there had to be a touch of something palpable...thanks so much for your words, Jimmy.
j.
Think you need a brand new drive with lots of back up features Jacob so that you don't crash again ....

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

you're too funny, Stella...thank you for extending the metaphor even further.
j.
Well, J., as tragic as this poem reads, you didn't mention file failed to open due to old or outdated software. Maybe because I started college using a manual typewriter, and I've had a few like experiences, this one made me laugh more than cry. I suppose if one of the now-dead poets had written this poem "crashed" would have been "trashed"... as tossed in waste basket. Thanks for the trip down techno-love lane.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

so that's it? i need new software...damn, why didn't i think of that.
and yes, on the typewr.. read more
The world is full of redirects and empty file folders that while not deleted have found their way to another place within the psyche. I have tried to recover those bites but the new system doesn't believe in reincarnation. Not sure of its belief system at all now. Still have the old photos in the picture file that pop up now and then … asking 'save' … 'don't save' … 'cancel'.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

and do you save? or cancel?
i tend to save...too many memories in the cache...but i save.
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Ted Kniffen

3 Weeks Ago

Save every one. I guess I'm a hoarder.
The first verse is so sad, each verse thereafter leading to the conclusion that you might crash completely. We all crash and burn at some point.

This makes me think of Leonard Cohen:

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”

“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.”

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

love the Ash quote...wow...
thank you for your words and sharing, Linda,
j.
Linda Marie Van Tassell

3 Weeks Ago

You're welcome. :-)
The waiting, the worrying, the pacing up and down. The disembodied voice rousing you from your angst filled thoughts. "Sir! SIR!" You come back from where your thoughts were leading you, only to be told "We done all we could sir, but im afraid we lost her to the blue screen freeze of death."
Forever lost behind that impenetrable sea blue peril.
Ive often wondered if they still see us from their other side.
Its enough to make your hardware soft.


Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Lorry

3 Weeks Ago

It has the ferl of a saga to me Jacob 😀
Lorry

3 Weeks Ago

Feel, i meant. Those damn ferls get everywhere. 😀
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

hey, i "ferl" where you are coming from, my friend!
:))))
I've been thinning out my possessions in case I have to move from here (so far, they never put this place on the market, luckily). It's amazing how I can look at a journal or a floppy disk or a flash drive (where I no doubt poured out my angst-filled response to living) & wonder -- in the dumpster? *wink! wink!* This poem feels like looking thru one's junk & I don't mean that as a shortcoming! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

yes, junk---sometimes i feel i just write junk...that should end up in the trash file...and then be .. read more
Ah . . . cyber love lost!! Nice play on computer language to convey human affairs.
T

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your words, T.
j.
Perhaps, overtime, the emptiness and the contradictions get to us and fill us with toxicity. We’re guilty of indecision and confusion and our soul, like that monitor, is aware of the malware operating within. A familiar state of heart, narrated so well here, Jacob.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

much indecision and confusion...for share...i like that..."malware operating within"
thank yo.. read more
DIVYA

3 Weeks Ago

My pleasure, Jacob.

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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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