a virtual me

a virtual me

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

a virtual me



on the 21st day of some month
in some year
at some point in time

the point is aimed at my heart
which doesn't really care anymore
because there is no nourishment
when only quiet exists

when only lonely exists
when only hands reach

and the preacher will preach
from a remote perch
somewhere confined in a make-believe church
a virtual altar
virtual pews
virtual bibles

with very real parables
of very real plagues
of very real death

on the 21st day of some month
in some year
at this particular point in time

this particular point in time
i pray to be the target
when only quiet exits
my hands are tired of reaching

i am no one.


erin-cilberto
11/21/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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One can be surrounded by hundreds of people and feel this loneliness as if there was no one there. It can be just for a moment but that moment can feel like years, but add the virtual world it is overwhelming with all theses souls and no way to reach out but for a keyboard. This is a terrific emotional write!

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Thank you for your kind review, Pat,
j.
boom! But those hands of yours have such a powerful reach! Jacob this is pure poetry at its best wow this is so damn good! I started writing about much the same theme this morning thinking about a lady i know that has been in quarantine for 10 months not leaving her room at her living facility in all that time! I feel so many hearts that are suffering right now! You painted those feelings brilliantly in this poem good sir!

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for relating to my piece, brother bunny...
it is tough these days with all the sepa.. read more
...when only hands reach...
Jacob this is power packed and timely.
...empty hands, for empty hearts. We will need to find that pioneer spirit, and with a little wisdom and care, fill our hands with life.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Cherrie,
j.
Cherrie Palmer

1 Week Ago

:) you are always welcome.
Blimey - this reached the core Jacob, amazing Jacob! What to do when the void calls, attempt not to call back is an answer but then what if it is not so easy...one of my favourite pieces of yours :)

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

it's never easy, is it, Ruth?
thank you for your kind words.
j.
There is such an empty cavity, a chasm of hopeless depth when one is older, confined and lonely. Covid has emphasised this for many as the little comfort single elderly people had is not available under covid rules. Hoping this is not a feeling you share Jacob and simply another of your amazing contributions to poetry!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review, John,
j.
We are safe in a virtual world. Step outside and there are risks. It is temporary. All things pass. This will be gone before too long but the loneliness of lives without people is taking a shocking toll. We are all someone even though it may feel as though we don't exist. Wishing you a good night's sleep and some peace.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, yes the toll.
appreciate you, Chris,
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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