sky fall

sky fall

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

 

sky fall

 

 

 

letters of departure

lines of demarcation

distance broods

suitcases packed but breached by the past

 

tickets to yesterday

the flight from future

stuck at an airport of vacillation 

he wants to fly forward

 

but she was his pilot

and turned in her resignation

to this heart's hour.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/8/20

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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This is a very poignant comment on the past, now and the future, of love lost, your memory now and the future in doubt. Lovely use of words in a relatively short poem with excellent content.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Betty,
j.
Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

You're quite welcome!
This really feels to me like the now, became nothing more than the divide of past and future, knowing you have to be in one but the other is so magnetic, like the kryptonite of your heart.
We may very well be living in the now, but our minds never got the memo.


Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Lorry...
j.
"but she was his pilot
and turned in her resignation to this heart's hour."
Heart breaking words. The past can be a horrible place to be stuck in. It can make you want to run, desperately trying to move on into the future...but finding it seems to be in vain. I know this place well, and I think you did a good job of describing it in this.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review, light...
j.
light and ashes

2 Weeks Ago

You're welcome Jacob.
With the pilot gone, there's little to do but unpack those suitcases, cancel the tickets and perhaps renegotiate with the pilot on terms more agreeable to her. I'm sure that with a bit of perseverance, the flight will take off to a sunny destination soon, Jacob.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

i like that....perseverance, then wings...
who needs the pilot anyway?
thank you, DIVY.. read more
DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

I really like that...yes, who needs the pilot anyway...

It is always such a pleasure .. read more
What a precarious position to be in. Moving forward or resolving the past. I got the feeling here Jacob of being between the devil and the deep blue sea. Not an easy choice to make. The heart is going to suffer one way or the other. Suspended in mid air comes to mind. Brilliant expression.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your insightful thoughts on this piece, Chris.
j.
Thoughtful human beings soon realize the past is too much with us. Now is observation of instantly becoming past; future cannot be discerned, except in light of the past. Just about everyone endeavors to leave huge portions of the past, behind; yet, it is those precise periods
that haunt us most.
Both lost loves and lost lives are, therefore, always "in this heart's hour."
Amazing poetry, J!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy...
i guess the lost loves and lost lives will always re.. read more
Lover or muse, seems she’s stranded him in limbo. Does he catch another flight or wait for the storm to pass? Nothing worse that nights spent in the “airport,” say the once stranded traveler.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your insightful words, R.E.
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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