Lease

Lease

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Lease

 

 

 

empty trailer,

I lived there once

among the narrow halls

and tiny rooms

insulation tepid, half-hearted

the cold crept in often

without regard

duct tape windows of plastic feelings

 

life was a short walk

to a lonely boulevard of mistrust

security a bare cupboard

scarce of food

and alliance with self-esteem

too close to the busy road

too close to that short walk

 

the halls narrowed even more in the night

wrapped in blankets of fear

the traffic moving faster

sounding louder than my thoughts.

 

erin-cilberto

11/26/21

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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So many lines that hit chords. Nerves. Read it and came back.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, duff,
j.
The lessons of life. Good days, bad days. You allowed the reader to feel and understand the wild twist of life. The poem left the reader with things to ponder. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Coyote,
j.
This spoke to me of the loss of confidence that goes with losing our basic needs. Home and sustenance. And memories freezing in the emptiness.

My landlord died and I emptied my house but ended up living there for many years after. A cold empty house full of memories. Your poem touched those memories.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I appreciate your insightful review, William,
j.
Jacob, so much of life is here. The narrow hallways, perhaps the narrow path that leads to we know not where Trying to protect ourselves from the outside incumbrances that want to invade the little solitude that we can call our own. Ever fearful of what is outside our narrow confines and so we dear not go and see what other possibilities there are. I find this very powerful.
Take care, Jacob - Dave


Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I appreciate your understanding of the metaphor here, Dave.
sometimes real life does make for.. read more
Wow… Jacob… my first born was brought home in 1970 to a lovely Trailer with a Narrow Hall … and he slept with us in the Captains Quarters at the end of the Hall.. although he had his own room in the middle of the Hall. At the other end of the Trailer was a Raised Kitchen with a Bay Window. Too many speed bumps to live there forever in such a large Circle. Unfortunately the marriage did not last; however, now my Son has two daughters and is happily married. Your poem is very poignant and indeed a Cup of Tea with Leaves worth Reading. Gently, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your kind review and the share...
j.
Reading this I think of a homeless man.....
very good writing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, light,
j.
light and ashes

1 Month Ago

You are welcome, my friend.
your title caught my eyes first and I searched for its meaning, as I read this I feel the dull, the numbness... as it feels You are so close to life as it feels You are so far away from it, one moment You want that solitude where You feel closer to the higher realm, as sometimes You don't want to be alone at all and search for company even in the far sounds, lost but not lost.... search and found. I have to say I also feel sad reading this, sad as a life wasted... emotional one Mr. J.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I appreciate your kind review, lightsong,
j.
Unfortunately life is like this as they say reaching old age is a gift. This write took me along the lines of a mind that was functioning now showing signs of dementia or forgetfulness, memories narrowing, the window getting less light becoming unclear. But I’m always looking off the radar.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your insights, andrew,
j.
Hi Jacob, life can be so hard sometimes, your emotions playing down the lines. Sometimes we feel Isolated from the rest of society, we can feel alone. We can mistrust all around us, finding little security in life. Our own feelings become lost. Sometimes we feel trapped in these thoughts and the fear rears its head. This is a powerful write, Jacob. A lease on life. Have a wonderful Sunday....Mike.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Mike.
j.
shadrach hah

1 Month Ago

You are welcome, Jacob. Have a wonderful Tuesday....Mike.

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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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