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what Robert Creeley might have said about all this

what Robert Creeley might have said about all this

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

what Robert Creeley might have said about all this

 

 

empty parking lots

cry out in pain

 

desolate streets

accept incestuous truth

 

life is sheltered

within walls of blame

 

uncomfortable doors

shut in the face of impending danger

 

Lock and key

lockdown dreams dwindle

 

armor melting away

the stab wounds want to be felt

 

being dead feels more alive

than ever.

 

Have you seen my keys?

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/25/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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This is the most authentic & powerful I've seen the lockdown hardships written about. Being buffered from what others are going thru, I must say, I've started noticing people who used to be naturally upbeat are now nasty b***h-biting in what could only be utter depletion after a year of starvation (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your understanding, Margie.
j.
I did like the honest tone of these words my friend.
"being dead feels more alive
than ever"
Here in Michigan. Many people believe, a dance with death, better than being safe. Death kissed my face often and I will be safe. Ain't ready for the final kiss of death. Great poetry. Greeley would like. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

I ain't ready either, Coyote.
I have a dear friend here who is from Michigan...
I date.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I will stay safe Jacob. I am a overnight pharmacy manager. I keep my distance and I wear the mask. M.. read more
Indeed Creeley, it’s frustrating and depressing and cold and we all feel it but life goes on. Great writing j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Pat,
j.
Your words left the words desolation row flicking through my mind Jacob a d how desolate things look and feel in what was once a thriving, bustling community, now feeling like what a documentary maker would look at and say how the soul of a community has been removed, scared indoors by a new and unseen threat that still feels like a surreal bad dream.
Curtains twitch at nearing footsteps, fearing contact, or worse still, red painted X on our doors that can't be too far away from reality, judging by the idiocy of those making the decisions that will only add to the thoughts of nailing the doors and windows shut too, just to be safe.


Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

It is just so unChristmas-like...
thank you for your understanding words, Lorry,
j.
Excellent coupling of words and thought. Creeley'ish indeed. Somber and simple filled with questions and loneliness.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind comments, Cherrie,
j.
dear Jacob... you have expressed so deeply ...
the way we feel during these "surreal" days of living in "fear".
Now, we see a bit of hope... a Vaccine" that may bring a
preventative measure. Life is so fragile, and we long for
the day when we can breathe and enjoy our days once again
as the Seasons come and go. God bless you and keep you
in His Care. Amen... Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

yes, we do long for it, Pat...soon, soon.
thank you,
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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