Pendulum

Pendulum

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Pendulum

 

 

you're there

you're not

 

you're there

you're not

 

you're

stopped

 

I'm swinging

like a grandfather clock

 

heart's battery subdued

time of the essence

 

scarcely moves without numbers

there are no p.m.'s or a.m.'s

 

just a room with a sound

a ticking down of incentive

 

breathing, a labor of sorts

a work, overdone, a fly on the wall

watching itself with woeful wings

 

I was in sync

when I had intervals of you

an uncontested rhythm

 

a poem.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/2/21

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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subtle mood in me from reading ..
"just a room with a sound
a ticking down of incentive"
to have used all the energy youth lent us and to gracefully let go those "abilities" we possessed so recklessly .. at least for my part anyway .. i actually like that room .. tho as breathing becomes the main issue ... even the ticking goes away ... beautiful turn in closing .. we write and write .. use up all the ways and words (or so it may seem) .. what then?? the poem you have given us .. that's what then! ;)
E.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your words, E.
j.
The clocks ticking away, pendulums swinging, reminded me of King Edward VII, The Queen's grandfather who had insisted that all the clocks in the Palace were set well ahead of the actual time. On his death, his son ordered that all the clocks were set at the correct time. One person was appointed to carry out this task. Your poem reminded me how a ticking clock can have such an impact on our emotions. When all we hear is that wretched sound in a room devoid of other company. How irritating it may be for some while being a comfort to others.

Mind wandering, so visual.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I love this response! Thank you, sis Chris.
j.
dear Jacob,,, you might do better with a Cuckoo Clock...
as seen in the 1030's Movie "The Awful Truth"
with Cary Grant and Irene Dunne. In the End... He finds
the secret to a Woman's Heart... just join forces. gently, Pat


Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

oh that is such a good movie...but then, I like all of the old black and whites the best...
a.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Month Ago

Hi Jacob... You-tube has a biography of Cary Grant in a number of smaller videos. He was abandoned .. read more
When the battery runs down, the pendulum swings no more. Here, if the battery's not dead, it's getting close. The incentive is getting weaker and weaker. Is there a clock setter in the house?

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

where are those darn clock setters anyhow...????

j.
Nice one Jacob so reminds me of she loves me she loves me not theme with the opening lines. Yes clocks are a constant reminder of time especially the wind up clocks like the grandfather clocks. It’s sort of eerie when they stop working, the same for relationships.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your insightful words, andrew.
j.
This has a dad and anxious undercurrent, wanting more, and losing ourselves in the longing and desire. You are a masterclass in emotions as the relate to relationships. Great writing…

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Crowley,
j.
Crowley

1 Month Ago

Not sure what word I meant…but not dad, that’s for sure.
in old movies clocks were placed in the ingress because directors thought and believed that the entrance was where all the power of the story was. (See George Orwell's "1984"). The metaphor you use here is of how the likeness of possession are always just a click away. Time, as you use it, is not a passing thing at all but an innate, inborn thing that two people, barely in love or falling out of it, cant share. like a opera without a time signature or a sojourn without an abode. The use of metaphor rises to the highest cliffs in your poems my friend. beautiful/ dana

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Yes, 1984 and all those clocks...thank you for such an insightful review, dana,
j.
I love clocks, especially vintage ones, and the way you worked a grandfather's clock swinging into a poem? That worked excellently and I never would've thought of it. The rhyme with, 'you're there, you're not,' and 'you're stopped', is so, so good sounding. This poem is so strong throughout, but it for sure ends with a bang, incredibly and strongly, well used words that pull this whole thing together into an amazing concept and great poem. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Colacat,
j.
Time is of the essence indeed sir Jacob. I wonder if beating of the hearts started with time and that is why some similarities. Is your love linear or circular? Do you enjoy that old Grandfather's clock that is so precious? Where can you fix those nowadays if they are broken or stopped?
Marvelous as usual sir...

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I am not sure....hard to find places to fix them...thank you for your kind words, Sami,
j..
Sami Khalil

1 Month Ago

You are welcome sir Jacob.
I really enjoyed this poem Jacob. It reminds me how fleeting time really is. How do we truly measure it? In the faces of loved ones who gradually wrinkle with age reflecting our own features. Many are indifferent to the sound of ticking or numbers counting forward digitally. How is time given semblance in our eyes as to better define its finite nature to our personal existence. In thought it is both limited and endless to us and without us. Thank you my friend for your poem.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your insightful words, Carlos.
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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