the silent drive-by

the silent drive-by

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the silent drive-by

 

 

you corrupt feelings

with your vagabond words

drivel all over the neighborhood

never stopping at the intended house

 

the heart of the reader

the sad door

a bell waiting to be rung

 

on a ladder of unrequited love

she watches your poems pass by

 

day after day

without a glance

in her direction.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/28/23

© 2024 jacob erin-cilberto


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What a disconnect here. He who hesitates is lost. Opportunities come and go. Someone needs to show some courage here. That’s where this scenario took me J.

Chris

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

Thank you for this insight, Chris,
j.
This poem seems to be both tragedy and mystery, sir. Waiting for acknowledgement is a fruitless task at times, guess hope and gentle tenacity might work but when it is meant to. Time allows thought on two sides of the sleepless, restless night or the deep sleep of dreams wanting to paint a masterpiece on your dawn.

The canvas is waiting for you both, jacob

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind review, em,
j.
emmajoygreen

4 Months Ago

My last of yesterday, today.
Interesting write. I have a Muse that has never read any of the things I have written for her, and that is how it must be (unless she suddenly calls and says she's divorced or otherwise unattached) and for some reason this made me think of writing to her. ~Jim

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

I wonder how kind a divorced muse would be....
thank you, Jim,
j.
Jacob! Two thoughts on this one... Firstly, well, I'm sure that Nash fella with the beautiful mind would be able to tell us the probability of writing the poem of the year on the first week of January, is just as likely as any other time, and secondly, Woah! I did not see the she being the victim in this, at all!
You could have given me infinite guesses at that and I bet I'd have guessed that purple jelly people make first contact with earth in 2024 before I guessed that!
But come to think on it, I shouldn't be surprised, because it's usually a she that gets us all in the end! 😊 (Sorry ladies) 😊


Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you, Lorry...if they come after you, I will move aside.
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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