Absolutely Uncertain

Absolutely Uncertain

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Absolutely Uncertain

 

 

one petal yawns

in the moist morning

of summer

 

engages the spiteful day

sweats surly beads

hates the world

 

closes in cacophony 

the din rises

the garden loses another one.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/26/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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Like the opposites clashing in your title.
Literally and metaphorically, a meaningful poem.
Reference to "the garden" reminds me of Peter Seller's thoroughly entertaining
and wildly satirical movie, entitled: "Being There."
As always, Jacob, a clever and highly creative post.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I loved "Being there"
"I don't read; I like to watch"---
Jerzy Kosinski...Read almost .. read more
Moist indeed. As I write this, the air outside my door is so thick with humidity you could almost cut it with a knife. No wonder the petal is pissed.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

oh that's bad when we have to deal with pissed petals...thanks, John.
j.
If my next piece is called "Will I get out of bed today?" it will be because of the thoughts this piece took me to Jacob.
I will write it in the voice of a petulant child (their lack of vocabulary suits me to a t) and will basically comprise of me shouting "No! Don't want to."
Maybe if I stay in bed, all this mess we find ourself in will go away or turn out to be a dream.
Here's hoping. 😀

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I look forward to reading it, Lorry...
and will get out of bed to do so.
j.
dear Jacob... I try to keep my flowers happy
like a baby... but today my Hibiscus flower drooped
when the sun was too hot for such a tiny Tot.
Woe is me... some Cool Tea and Thee. gently, Pat

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

and there is metaphor in your response...today's world might be a bit like a too-hot sun for the you.. read more
I had the feeling here of loss. In this cruel world many flowers in our gardens are taken before their time by a few hell bent on anarchy. Sad state of affairs.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Chris,
j.
This feels so tragic. :(
I hear an anguished cry before its passing.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Ana...always appreciate your visits and words.
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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