look through my window

look through my window

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

look through my window


my writing is convalescing 
in a hospice of hospitable haste
moribund in its state of inertia
but still breathing,

they don't believe we will survive
but my pen is fighting with every breath
to restart a heartbeat,
to catch that second wind of change

to mean something again.



erin-cilberto
6/28/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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I so heard these words like a film noir movie voiceover, like "there are eight million stories in the naked city and this is just one of them."
Maybe due to recently watching old classics, but as your last line is spoke, the movie begins and now we wonder if it will be told in flashback or whether the bad guy will be caught at the end or will it be a trilogy.
Miracles do happen Jacob. Maybe even a spin off movie and merchandising rights too.
😀

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Ah, my sequels never make it, Lorry. So just one movie.
I remember that movie "The Naked City.. read more
Lorry

1 Week Ago

It's the thought of the next one being good that keeps us going 😀


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" Still Breathing " I feel like that a lot. I really felt this, thank you for writing it

Posted 6 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

thank you, BLACKCRUSH, nice to see you back.
BLACKCRUSH

6 Days Ago

Thanks !! I'm here every now and then :)
I so heard these words like a film noir movie voiceover, like "there are eight million stories in the naked city and this is just one of them."
Maybe due to recently watching old classics, but as your last line is spoke, the movie begins and now we wonder if it will be told in flashback or whether the bad guy will be caught at the end or will it be a trilogy.
Miracles do happen Jacob. Maybe even a spin off movie and merchandising rights too.
😀

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Ah, my sequels never make it, Lorry. So just one movie.
I remember that movie "The Naked City.. read more
Lorry

1 Week Ago

It's the thought of the next one being good that keeps us going 😀
Trying to mean something again. I think we all are. We are lost in meaninglessness and look to loud mouth buffoons and pornography to rescue us but like true Nietzcheans...we must rescue ourselves

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, i do think we all are...to be meanings among all that makes no sense at all....thank you, adorn.. read more
I'm looking through my window too. We will survive. It's just a dark cloud, I hope. It will rain and rainbow will appear eventually, hopefully, supposedly...

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, Lale,
j.
mine too... brother Jacob! it keeps flying out of its holder and on to the desk yes yes yes we are waiting and the dialogue is stirring all about us ready to be scribbled and scrawled

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

my dialogue with the muse is often heated, often silent, and sometimes a blur of a conversation.
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We shall bribe the nurse to smuggle you in a bottle of wine each day and give you extra sponge baths until you reach complete recovery. On second thought, that might actually hinder my healing process. We'll just send happy thoughts instead. (smile)

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Extra sponge baths sound good...unless she is Nurse Ratchett....:))))
thanks, Fabian,
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Gee
No way will you ever suffer not finding a subject, topic to write about. This poetry lark flows through dem ol' bones and veins of yours mister J. I get the mourning of social interaction but when society is back in full swing they'll be days when you are praying for a large roundhouse kick of kung flu :))
Hope you are well Jacob


Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yeah, "Kung Flu"---good grief, what an *****
thank you for your kind words, Gee.
j.
Hanging on the precipice, wondering what is to come ... if the pen runs dry what then?
Thank goodness resuscitation is possible. The Muse has been brought back from the brink.

I think this virus has one unrecognized symptom ... the lock down freezes the brain and the emotions that are tied to interaction with other humans lay waste to ideas.

Good poem j.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, those ideas are definitely laid to waste...
I hate having no interaction...it must come .. read more
I am looking through my window too, with the eyes of a poet. I'm not sure I like the ugliness of what I see. I hope the wind of change will bring an end to too much disturbance. I am unsettled by it all and desire a peaceful existence. Multi layered Jacob, this could also apply to where you think you are with poetry at the present time.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Yes, in the pits, I'm afraid.
thank you for your understanding review, Chris.
j.
Writers block? You bring your muse back so well

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

you are such a thoughtful poet, Cassie, thanks for being 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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