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A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Session

do we write better
in the madness
of youth

or the dementia
of old age

when cataracts
block the keys
and the mind reacts
sullenly
to the touch of bony 

fingers

i gently nudge you awake
as you write in my dreams.



erin-cilberto
11/18/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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Hmmmm... interesting. I think it's a matter of perspective. Thank you for the read.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

I do agree, Light.
thank you,
j.
Light and Ashes

6 Days Ago

You're welcome :) always a pleasure.
Does the Muse age along with us? I don't know if old age is something we should resent ... better old than dead Sounds right.
The hands may be arthritic and the mind a little slow on the uptake ... but what we write now is hard to compare to the poetry we wrote in our youth. The circumstances and our reaction to them are certainly
different.
We are not the same people we were back then. We have changed, not only in appearance but the inner us looks back as an old man, although the younger us stares back now and then.

Good one j.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Ted.
I am reminded of Dylan's "my back pages"---
.. read more
Ted Kniffen

1 Week Ago

There is no reason to be an old fart or age like our parents ... nothing wrong with anyone asking wh.. read more
This poem hits me hard, Jacob. My poetry style has changed through the years, but was it better then or now? Hard to tell. Yes, the eyesight fades and the arthritis makes typing an almost masochistic act, but we write. I believe it keeps us going...dementia is far away! Lydi**

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I can't imagine it could have been better than, as good as it is now, Lydi....
but yes on the.. read more
Beautiful pondering of the whys and where's and when's of how the muse dances as our seasons change, from the energy and certainty of youth, to the here and now which brings wisdom, from the everything in between beginning and end.
I didn't start writing until my late twenties, but found so much to have an opinion on. The first few years I wrote every day, but now, I find more thought helps before picking up the pen or typing, not taking notes, just fermenting what may be written. That way it evolves more effortlessly, as your mind will kep reminding you of what will be written. The rest, to me at least, is understood about as much as the internal workingsofthephone I am typing this on.
No matter what comes out, it always amazes me that I made something exist out of nothing.. and my brain doesn't even correct me or want any thanks.
So in summation, wishy thinking and magic is my answer to the puzzle, but as for the age debate, I'm 52 going on seven. Does that help? 😊

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lorry

6 Days Ago

I read my old stuff each year, usually January and discard a lot of the ones that don't resonate any.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

That is really tough, losing your writing in a fire...

And I also relate to that, "th.. read more
Lorry

6 Days Ago

Ah, deja deja vu 😆
I never wrote a poem till I was forty. There were many things I didn't contemplate till later in life. I like to think there is wisdom in maturity. I look back at my rose days. They were pretty, to look at. I wish I had made more of them, but I didn't. The best wine has been allowed to mature. I have no fear of aging. That' s where I drifted Jacob. I am comfortable with my life. Thank you for that journey. We are all on our own journey.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Your "rose days"---I like that...
Yes, our early poems can be so full of love and flowers and.. read more
Old age is comfortable for all; is it for the aged? Good imagination.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Arundass...
j.
Oh is aging a thing to celebrate, is it a joy? Are we more productive, more useful in our youth or as we mature and age? This is a million dollar question. Perspective is everything, situation and circumstances rule the day. For some of us our best may seem behind us, however if we are still in there and have cause in our veins, we fight on. A master poet is not born but like fine wine matures if the cork is turned a quarter turn often but still it may sour and become senile in time.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I really like this reply...thank you, John, for your understanding input.
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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