no names, just faces

no names, just faces

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

no names, just faces

 

 

we are separatists 

with like geneology

surreal imaginings of blood ties

very real knots in the rope to hang 

our closeness

from the highest tree of incivility

 

i roved concrete corridors

found your parlor quite unwelcoming

sat on an uncomfortable couch of constraint

as we tried to laugh

but there were walls in the middle of the room

separating us from us

 

taxis blared in the startled night

a fare engaged in disillusioned sanctity

the crag of her existence

cliffs away from mine

as the hawk flew above us

rancor his only target

 

already rocky, we split our last stones

the tree caught fire

and burned us to ashes

so indiscriminately 

we no longer recognized ourselves

or each other.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/13/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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Isn't is a shame how the human race has grown to this lack of civility and compassion? Most of us look for welcome vibes and try to get to know the person in front of us but, alas, there re so many who reject that behavior. Nice read! Thank you

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

Thank you for your kind review, Temperance,
j.
(we no longer recognized ourselves or each other.) I believe these words are lived each day around the world. What is happening to us? ~Sharon



Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Sharon...I wonder what is happening to us as well.
j.
already rocky, we split our last stones

so many great lines in this one from start to finish, it reminded me of the movie "War of the Roses" separatists with animosity toward each other..
and even as they lie dying she gets
that last rejection in pushing him off
of her..anyway great write Jacob


Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Fran,
j.
"taxis blared in the startled night"

There is a rugged reality that you cant escape. Sounds and smells touching the senses. Great writing.



Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, duff,
j.
The final blow when we become strangers to each other and to who we were at the time.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, Cherrie,
j.
I agree with Weeping Willow's comment here, Jacob. It's meant several reads, and I'll look at it again.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Andrew,
j.
Interesting write as the words flow through in expression of life ;-] Nice write

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Thank you for your words, willow.
j.

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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 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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