harvesting the gaps

harvesting the gaps

 

 

 

it's a wet Monday,

my tears are falling into Tuesday

I am barefooting across verdurous fields

soaking up the soft mud between toes

trying to find some direction in my life

 

the compass points to settling

but my restless feet

are crying for adventure

even as they callous

and form corns in the corn field

 

of ever

I loved a lot in my years

acres of beautiful women

and enough tears

shucked 

to last until the weekend of my memories

 

take my hand

run with me

to the moon

in the shadows

we don't need to know

 

what day it is

or how much rain

is falling in between us.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/8/23

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Whoa… a free Spirit… is what we are… it is nice to have a place to Rest .. a Nest .. be blessed. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pat....hope you are having a good night...and feeling well.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

So far so good… a Wrinkle in Thyme is a Gift for Mothers Day… I discovered Tulips that blossom like Roses and planted them in a Window Box… the Sun has become a healing glow after all the Rain and Pain. Now I am waiting for a Rainbow 🌈 promise that our Earth will flourish and Children will Inherit Heaven’s new Birth… remembering our Mothers this weekend. Peace and ❤️ Love, Pat

[John the Baptist]

The agricultural imagery is interesting here. The speaker seems to feel a loss of direction, and the flight across the cornfield represents his efforts to resist stagnation in the cornfield of "ever." His feet, however, form corns in the cornfield, which symbolizes his frustration. Then the attention is on his past love life, which is the real subject of the poem. In the end, he is encouraging another prospective lover to run with him. All I can say is, good luck.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I always enjoy reading the meanings you see, John.
Thank you,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You walked the walk, farmed the fields, scattered your love, enriched the next generation, and now it is harvest time; sit down and enjoy the fruit of your hands sir Jacob.
An excellent poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome j.

[Chris Shaw]

I found this poem to be sad J. The wet Monday and tears added emphasis. There is regret and a loss of direction. I sensed the need for change and the feeling that time is running out. It is never too late for adventures.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It was inspired by something a friend of mine wrote...about the rain.
thank you, Chris

[Chris Shaw]

So good to be inspired by friends to write and likewise good as well to be able to provide that inspiration to a fellow writer. Have a good day J.

[DIVYA]

Sometimes, one really doesn't want to know what day of the walk and what season it is. Every cue of the universe seems lost. This is such a beautiful poem, its a whisper, a cry, a scream. The sense of loss, regret and denial of the compass. This is the saddest part, when one just cannot accept one must slow down and pare one's expectations. Life just flew past and all those adventures still wait. Kudos Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Life does that, doesn't it?
thank you, Divya,
j.

[DIVYA]

Yes of course. The gaps scream at us.
You're most welcome, my friend.