Atlas

Atlas

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Atlas

 

 

 

retreads

bald hearts

abide

the ride

the rough roads 

of potholed love

 

the wear and tear

a used demeanor

happiness an exit missed

 

the map inaccurate

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/16/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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I guess every journey is worthwhile, no matter the missed exits along the way. Sometimes getting lost leads us to a better destination - the whole unanswered prayers sort of thing. I always appreciate your stripped-down perspective on things. I am so glad that you have returned.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you so much for those kind words, Linda,
j.
I haven't left my state in five years. I don't like airports and I don't like driving no-more. I still use the old maps. Daughter force me use google now. I need a road trip Jacob. I enjoyed the poetry and I hope you are feeling good. Winter is back in Michigan again.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I haven't left mine in exactly that long...and Illinois really is a place to leave...thank you, Coyo.. read more
I don't know about others, but for myself, I spent too much time looking around and admiring the wrong things and not paying attention to the road ahead.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thanks Relic,
j.
Funny, I posted a map related poem as well this morning. Though, I like yours better. I always enjoyed using one of those atlases when traveling but when going to places of the heart, they never seemed to lead me to the correct destination.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

as long as we end up somewhere.
thank you, will,
j.
Reading this makes me think of a time I hadn’t camera gear and heading to a nature photo shoot. I missed the exit and drove miles to the next exit to turn around. The photo God’s took me to an abandoned building that was absolutely beautiful!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I really like abandoned buildings, and imagining when there was activity there...
j.
Those darned gas station atlases; no wonder we went gps.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

ha ha, yes, Winston...it is no wonder.
j.
Tire imagery pervades this one, specifically retreads, which have been down the road before. Sounds like another rough ride, what with those potholes. Also, the happiness exit was missed. Next time, try Michelins.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I should go more expensive...thanks, John,
j.
Your words hit all the right spots with me. With clarity and precision. The dumbest owls in me wake up. Loved your Atlas, sir.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, AJ.
j.
Those thoughts move along quite swiftly as only a few words do, jacob. They send thoughts ahead of this driver on the way to love Thinking as carefully as can, gues it depends on who is in the driving seat. Your words are quite a mystery tour, needing to think more! Is so good to read you again. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I really appreciate your look and words, em.
j.
Maps are stressful all the great places are stumbled:)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Yes, stumbled...really good way to put it.
thanks, Cherrie.
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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