on the eve of yesterday

on the eve of yesterday

 

 

 

 

backdrop to endless

erosion

the years moss over my pride

weakness ensues

and grows

 

i used to run with the Chariots

ride the waves into anywhere

now the walls are for my leaning

the crutch that holds me up

and in

 

sun is blistering outside

but i am safe

within a womb of silent reverie

you are my

backdrop to endless

notion

 

that i can be young again

when life reboots

the rocks smooth over my incentive

cliffs entice

i will soon jump

 

the fall to freedom

a few heartbeats away.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/27/2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We ain't done yet Jacob.
"that i can be young again
when life reboots
the rocks smooth over my incentive
cliffs entice
i will soon jump"
I liked the above lines. I am still cliff jumping and waterfall hunting. Now with three grand-boy behind me. Follow the old man ways. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes we are definitely the old men being followed at this point in our lives...thanks for understanding.
j.

[sharonlee]

Life as we know it has forever changed hasn't it?
Who thought we would be aging in such confusing chaotic times.
As if aging itself wasn't a challenge enough!

My deepest apologies for not visiting Jacob, I really should be more productive and catch up with friends through their pages when I don’t see notifications in the 'feed'.
Take care.... Sharonlee

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh my goodness. no apology necessary...we all have lives...I do appreciate your visit, though...and your kind reviews,
j.

[sharonlee]

I'm glad I stopped by... I appreciate your thoughts.

[Ankita Dwivedi]

Ageing is a compelling process . I love how you say in your own beautiful way that safety and freedom don't come hand in hand . On the eve of yesterday , these first words clutched my mind and i won't forget them for longg.. keep and and well sir .
with love , Ankita

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ankita,
j.

[Kirsty Hignett]

Your words express such clear emotion in this bittersweet poem. You look back to a life clearly well lived with fond memories yet you still have hope for adventures to come. Maybe not in this life but the next and I find that beautifully touching.

I also love the callback to a backdrop. How a backdrop of endless erosion representing the passage of time and how you can't escape it... becomes a backdrop of endless notion, an idea and a hope just as big and just as unwavering. It's beautifully juxtaposed and wonderfully executed!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful and kind review, Kirsty,
j.

[Kirsty Hignett]

You are more than welcome J, I had a great time reading it 😊

[emmajoy]

' the years moss over my pride ' .. what a phrase; what an understanding of how it can be, my friend.
As to what else: the reverie, the tomb, thoughts of and until that fall to freedom, and more beside.

Except, you wrote, ' I used too run with the Chariots.. ' Surely you'd not forgotten that, how it felt, that it took a poem to remind you. How incredible it must have been to create such memories that amongst your feeling of perhaps loss, you can recall those times when.. ..

Not all men.. or women, can say that of their past. There's always more, hidden. Perhaps you forgot a sense of pride .. magic.. eternity?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, em.
j.

[emmajoy]

Sometimes I miss the relevant point or points a poet wants to air.. but, I try.

[Betty Hermelee]

Aging is not pretty; one tends to lose pride; that which one could do, one can't any longer; its; frightening to some; to others it's just part of life; "you are safe within a womb of reverie"; no worries about the outside world; oh to be young again and jump on the other side; that's where one will land,wherever that is.
I hate getting old!!! Great poem!!
Best, Betty

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Betty,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re welcome J.

[Ted Kniffen]

Old age and experience will out duel youth and enthusiasm any day. We can choose to run with the chariots ... but there had better be only one horse and that one on its last legs.
We have earned every ache and pain ... but we don't have to like it.

Keep on keeping on my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ted,
j.

[Seriana]

"I used to run with the chariots"....don't we all at one point in our youth. Each of our paths represent some of this here, that you've shard. There is an "almost sadness, almost regret" tone to this. Almost. But not quite, because the end lends to a happier flight on the other side. :)
I enjoyed this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Amber.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

As we get older there are yhings we can't do in our younger dats. that is why we like to reminise about the old days

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cowboy,
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

somber tone sir ..killer V2 says i ... we run the gauntlet ..take our bruising and rewards together eh!? so relate to this .. one heartbeat to another sir! well done .. honest poetry.
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, E.
j.