Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Knock, Knock
and the new generation
took a bow,
and Who is leading this congregation
of agate stones,
shiny with little substance
and flat, smooth initiative 
left at life's classroom's door
"when will they ever learn"
is sung outside the school of good intentions
but the melody is harsh
and out of sync with apathetic voices
lazing on a beach somewhere drinking
Budweiser's and hop scotching to
a text message that says little
and means less
and the new generation's 
taking over as the song implies
but I see nothing but barren landscapes
of future,
technology insulating us from the real world
of touch and feel and zeal
to emerge
to engage
to "rage against the good night"
and find our day
Aquarius is still waiting on us.
erin-cilberto
11/22/21 

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Me!
Me who?
The me you can't see because your face is buried in your phone!

Posted 6 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

yes, that is who knocks...
j.
Are you speaking of a future when people are so uncomfortable with personal interaction because communication only happens at a digital distance? Dulled by the ease of technology.

Posted 6 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

I miss the passion of the sixties.
thank you, William,
j.
I thought of the musical Hair. This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.

All I can say is I'm pleased I was born when I was. I have lived and loved in the real world. I am not a child of the technology era, praise the Lord.

The younger generation don't know anything else, but I do. I try telling them. Sometimes they listen :)

I think they have missed out.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

you and I both, Chris...you and I both.
j.
Hi Jacob, by now we should be on the road to Utopia. That is a laugh, 2021 and nothing has changed, if anything, things are as bad, if not worse, than they have ever been. I look at how the world stands and sorrow grips my heart. What have we done? A strong, deep poem, my friend. A spotlight upon the situation as it is. The age of Aquarius is yet to come, will it? An outstanding write, Jacob. Have a wonderful evening....Mike.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I saw the fifth dimension back in 1968 and wondered then if it would ever come...still wondering.read more
shadrach hah

1 Week Ago

You are welcome, Jacob. Have a wonderful Friday....Mike.
I am stunned... really stunned that this "Aquarius age" brought nothing! I thought 2021 was going to be at least better than 2020 but it wasn't not even personally... I don't want to keep going and get more emotional.

"but I see nothing but barren landscapes
of future,
technology insulating us from the real world
of touch and feel and zeal
to emerge"

Who wouldn't be touched by these words?

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, dear lightsong,
j.
lightsong

1 Week Ago

anytime dear Mr. J :>
well said Jacob. this is the age of superficial. i has always existed, but noe it is a pandemic.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Cowboy.
j.
artificial intelligence won't help much, although I wonder how easily roaming Robots can deliver beer over the soft sand

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Dave...pretty fast I imagine, as long as you are within delivery range.
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 a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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