Sunday Dinner

Sunday Dinner

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Sunday Dinner


the great divide
love in a cropless field

working in a distasteful wind
face, a kamikaze wreck of fate

the memory starts fading into ghost cornstalks
I want to pick the ears, and see the sweetness

but there are just empty stalks
nothing grows where love has been canceled

bitterness has yellow kernels
and they live in a different field

where my heart
is no longer invited to family meals.


erin-cilberto
4/25/21

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Goodness - this one leaves me speechless Jacob. Such aloneness can be a life changing thing, you are a brilliant Poet Jacob...

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Ruth....I can't take much credit...just the conduit for the words to arrive on the page.... read more
I felt this deeply Jacob... until my daughters married thus adding two families, I had no family network, only myself and my 4 children... my mother and stepfather ostracised me when in my late teens and remained aloof for many decades.
Eventually my father's family found me but I was almost 50 by then.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I am so glad that you found your father's family, finally, better late than never.
thank you .. read more
Love all the metaphors here of the fields the corn etc
Even the words the great divide hit home to me as we have a mountain range called the great dividing range in Oz
I could relate yes
I don’t see my family
3 siblings all a long way off
Nz Melbourne and one a few hours from me but not close to anymore
Parents sister aunties uncles grandparents gone
No communication with cousins
Feel excluded
Yes I can relate
I think that’s why all come to the cafe apart from writing it’s like a small family of like mindedness
Well done 👍

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Julie....yes, for most, a like-minded family.
j.
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Week Ago

Yes 🙌
I agree
I know this empty feeling and also the longing of a close relationship with people we share blood and memories with that at one time was blissful and something we felt could never be broken. It’s lonely and devastating. Again you have written so much in few words and perfectly executed. So much emotion and talent in that heart and pen of yours.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Pat,
j.
Sunday dinner with the family. I think many of us grew up with that as a constant. When those who sat around the table and those who prepared the meals are not around anymore, we feel a bit lost on Sundays. No more family meals and so many we loved gone. Very sad indeed. Lydi**

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

Yes, family is missed greatly when there seems to be none left.
thank you, Lydi,
j.
A poignant write, you have such a unique way of putting things.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, light...
j.
light and ashes

2 Weeks Ago

You are always welcome.
Your mind and pen synchronised perfectly here Jacob, with those then and now moments that cause echoes of all our yesterday's echoing into our today's, causing landslides of regret to swallow us whole. Ghost cornstalks just started my own haunted thoughts of what was that tiptoe into the mind, before putting on their tackety boots and stomping around like kids on a bouncy castle. (Aren't they meant to take their shoes off for that?
No respect these days!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

Yes, no respect....thank you for your kind words, Lorry,
j.
Ouch, this one was painful J. When I think about my family meal last night and our spag bol and the lively laughter and conversation afterwards, this really hit home. Families are fractured everywhere.

Nothing grows where love has been canceled

Very clever way of describing the emotional impact. Great work.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

one of the toughest to write...thank you, Chris,
j.
Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

I'm sure, and I felt it J. I saved some spag bol for ya.
For the heart to no longer be invited to family dinners is a hard blow to the mind and emotional state. Lonely and longing for the love and companionship it once had.

I love the creative way this is explained with the crops of corn in the field and the corn on the table for dinner.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you for your kind review, PB.
Poetic Beauty

2 Weeks Ago

You are welcome. This allowed me to envision a table set for one

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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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