seeing in the soft din of what could have been

seeing in the soft din of what could have been

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

seeing in the soft din of what could have been

 

i dove into the moonlight

but it was only a puddle of pandemic pride

my reflection causing ripples 

monotonously churning

leaving dry footprints in the sky of logic

 

but wisdom seemed a shooting star

that soared to earth when I wasn't looking

still trying to fit into my shoes

as the leaves of larceny kissed

lunar lips with grandiose passion.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/27/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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Wisdom can often be a "shooting star," unfortunately, so few see it.
When "what might have been," becomes what is, will more than a handful of stragglers from the past
recognize it? Not if we keep the type of non'history we've, lately, been recording.
A brilliant poem, Jacob, that, obviously, encompasses much more.



Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy,
j.
Moments are fleeting, like shooting stars, but when we look back they captivate!

Beautiful lines and thoughts in this, Jacob.

Jamie.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jamie,
j.
Snuck a peek and have to agree with Sir Noodle of Einsteinia, I run away from now to daydream the whatifs and they'll have to drag me kicking and screaming back to reality.
They say I'm a danger to myself, but what's 38 puddle related concussions to the man who dares to dream of swimming the sky? 😀


Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I do so like your question...I am pondering.
thank you, Lorry,
j.
Lorry

1 Month Ago

You're welcome Jacob.
Maybe there is more out there. More than all this. Or maybe the "more" is what could have been. We have lost so much -r maybe it was taken (larceny). I emphasize with the diving statement. We think there is more- maybe this more is just a promise.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your insightful words adorno..
j.
a bit hard on me self if I put the shoes on .. as one must do to see the poets point .. or many points ;) shame on me for wanting to stay in a wonderland of what might have been ... and the pity party of what is ... you have a sharp, wise old pen my friend ... another keeper says i .. one to put some place that demands I read it on a regular basis .. there are so many lines in this that grab and engage me .. thanks so much for sharing your wonderful poetry sir! ... there is nothing held back in this one says i!
E.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your very kind words, E.
j.
Beautifully encapsulated, lovely writing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, MOON,
j.
You are the personification of pithy and apropos.
All couched in such language. My hat off to you sir.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Ken.
j.
Such rich language here, phrases to make runny icing set. And there in the middle of the mix is a solitude perhaps, a space where there was a cluster of stars.
Logic isn't always what it's cracked up to be, can go out without a a single little gasp. Those poor old stars must be like our beaches at present..losing their places in the queue for safety.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Love your last two lines, em...yes, like the beaches.
j.
emmajoy

1 Month Ago

I try to find the right or apt words once in a blue moon, Success at last - may the Perseids be wit.. read more
Everything about this says to me isolation. A prison with no bars and all the beauty in the world without the feeling. Vivid imagery with a cold undertone in this. I do like how you make words pop in my eyes.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Ana,
j.
my reflection causing ripples - funny how we're often the cause of our own disturbances, fluctuations of the mind get in the way and leave their footprints in what would otherwise have been rationality and logic. I once asked for a sign when I looked to the sky and just like that, a shooting star went whirling by. There was little wisdom to it though, my wish didn't come true - but then we don't always want what is best for us...
Who could resist kissing lunar lips with grandiose passion?

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Yes, we certainly don't always want what is best for us...thank you, LouBelle.
j.

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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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