the other Concert in Central Park

the other Concert in Central Park

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the other Concert in Central Park

 

 

 

razor face faces the sun

with a shadow across his heart

carries his cardboard abode on his back

finds the bench a hard mattress

begs for each breath,

inhales his wine for sustenance

calls the pigeons his backup singers

 

but lost his voice so many years ago

when a teeter-totter life hit bottom

and he fell off his cycle of hope

blew the tires of his existence

flat broke

 

razor face faces the night

matches in his pocket gone

he wore a hole through his belonging

 

and now even the pigeons

have moved on to a new band.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/23/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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What a vivid description! I like the way you used the teeter-totter as your reference to highs and lows of life. The way you used singularity in his possessions highlights his impoverished life i.e. wore a hole through his belonging.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, SinSeer.
j.
J,
A good social commentary in poetic form. Nicely accomplished.
T

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind comment, T.
j.
Lastly they fully rely on alms, many eyes look at them just to gaze off.
Humanity, charity, kindness all accept the incapability of doing something of those people on streets for days.
Heart wrenching but what to do.
A sad period narrated by you beautifully in your way! *Keep sharing*

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Tahsin, and yes.gazing off and away.
j.
Tahsin.Z🍁

1 Month Ago

Always welcome! :)
It is hard to look at these people walking the streets pushing their shopping carts holding all their worldly possessions without thinking...there but for the Grace of God...
It is especially painful this time of year with the freezing weather and snow.
We look at them without knowing their history and put a name to them...bum...vagrant and yet they are only homeless and are we really better off than they?

Good write j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your comprehensive and very understanding review, Ted,
j.
Your poem illustrates a worrying fact, in your own inimitable style,Jacob.
Having recently travelled to London a couple of times (one of the most affluent cities in England, I was horrified to see the number of people "sleeping rough" in the subway stations and in hotel doorways. It is now so commonplace that it has become accepted as a normal occurrence, even by the police, as long as they do not create a physical disturbance. So ,apart from the surroundings, has social history really progressed?.

N.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

others from there (London) have expressed the same concerns of what they have seen...no matter where.. read more
Jacob - what a sad, dismal commentary on what we allow to exist in our society. Even the pigeons have given up on this poor soul. It is so bad when hope is gone, if hope is gone, what is there?
Jacob this is a gut wrenching write! Thank you, I think.

Take care - Dave

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Dave,
j.
Dave

1 Month Ago

Jacob - it's easy - you are one of the best!
Take care - Dave
'the other Concert in Cen..'

jacob, if you look at how this poem is listed, the above portion of the title, is all that shows.

Yet, somehow, before I clicked to read, I just knew, this was a reference to Central Park and the slice of life we all know exists, but which really shouldn't in this day and age.

How frustrating it is, that some have an almost obscene over abundance, whilst others can only pray as they wake each morning, that they will be able to feed their children.

It's a sad, sad, thing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

yes, unbelievably sad....and not going away...thank you so much for your understanding words,
.. read more
This poem shows all the reasons why everyone here loves you & your writing (honored to have you as a venerated friend). Your title kicks me in the gut & then the poem continues the assault. There are millions in this country who are living similarly, whether indoors or outdoors (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Margie.
j.
(but lost his voice so many years ago when a teeter-totter life hit bottom and he fell off his cycle of hope) Wonderful imagery of life on homeless lane Jacob. We see far too many of them on our city streets and here in Colorado occasionally we read in the newspaper that one was found frozen to death. What a sad commentary in such an affluent society. I always enjoy your poignant and creative writing my friend! ~Sharon

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Sharon...yes, it is such a sad commentary these days..the discrepanc.. read more
There is a shadow on my heart... when people have
been cast aside where perhaps they once had hope.
Now our world is in a turmoil. So much money spent on
political campaigns...when leaders are not as humanitarian
as we wish they were... to let so much fall through the
"cracks" of political greed. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

oh my, exactly, Pat...
thank you,
j.

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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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