on the eve of yesterday

on the eve of yesterday

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


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

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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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

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Yes we are definitely the old men being followed at this point in our lives...thanks for understandi.. read more
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

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Oh my goodness. no apology necessary...we all have lives...I do appreciate your visit, though...and .. read more
sharonlee

1 Week Ago

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

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Ankita,
j.
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!

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

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

1 Week Ago

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

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your insightful words, em.
j.
emmajoy

1 Week Ago

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

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Betty,
j.
Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

You’re welcome J.
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.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Ted,
j.
"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.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Amber.
j.
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

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Cowboy,
j.
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.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, E.
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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