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.
😀

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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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Me too my friend.
"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"
I hope the above lines can be true. Need the second wind of change. Thank you Jacob for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Hopefully they can be true...fingers crossed.
thank you, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

I am crossing my fingers too and you are welcome Jacob.
I look through your window, and see that you are still creating poetry, though you may be tired of life and struggling to to keep it and yourself alive. You still need the recognition of your verse. Lovely poem Jacob.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Betty...
j.
Describing the struggle and art of writing. You show us whats in your window. I can identify with this beautiful little poem.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Thank you much, Nancy.
j.
Sometimes when we look to the window, we see ourselves and the reflection becomes a poem. We assume others are looking in, seeing the same, and we hope they do. We long for connection. That's why we write. It sustains us, the flowing ink and the movement of our hand, and the eyes of another on our words.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

even if they don't see the same, i pray for connection in some way...that sustains me...and I really.. read more
What can I tell you? A block is an unvarnished, flat out b***h.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

absolutely...thank you, John,
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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