What we are left with

What we are left with

 

 

 

the book is opened

to page 253

the long novel of his life,

 

the book mark lies on the shag carpet

of his existence,

the reading lamp

burnt out

 

they found him that way

the last words he read were:

"..............."          

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/5/24

Reviews

[Dave]

When or how will we finish our book? Who will read it when it is completed? How many poems, stories have we left unfinished?

Take care - Jacob - Dave

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Dave,
j.

[Dave]

Jacob - it's always a pleasure to hear from you.
Take care - Dave

[Miss Sharon]

(the book mark lies on the shag carpet of his existence) Ah yes...I believe I've read and also stared in this one my friend. Good writing as per your forte. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you so much for your kind review, Sharon.
j.

[JD Major]

I like this a lot, Jacob! :) A tragedy wrapped in a mystery ...
The last words he read were: "This is the first day of the rest of ..."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, JD,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

You just never know when it’s time. Was hoping the dots meant to be continued if only.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, if only.
thank you, andrew.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Seems it all ends, suddenly - and heaven allowing, peacefully. Needs only a short sigh - goodbye. One can but hope.

Your words whisper gently, dear Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, dear em.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

poor person must have had a heart attack as he was reading the book....we never know when are last breath will be.... that is a good thing and a sad thing...if we go quickly.... but if we don't it's a real conundrum....
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that one last thing we might learn.
thank you, Betty,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

YES! You're very welcome J.
Warmly, B

[Desert Knave]

Once in awhile I get out my box of poem notes and partials just to try to fill in some of the pages that are not complete. Nice write. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim ....never to late to complete them...or is it?
j.

[mabel mae]

running so low on life once fueled but must never give up. to live is a flame so strong. the cold wind blows as it is blown out but in that wind will carry a memory. a memory of love, loss, and rebirth. thank you.
-mabel

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, mabel,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A reminder dear j, that each one of us has our own book and we don’t know the page number that will be our ending. All things pass and that is the inevitability of our existence. All of us will go in time. A sad poem.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, as George Harrison sang..."All things must pass"---

[DIVYA]

We all run out of time, of words to write and to read. In the end, we're found, with things we loved doing but doing them no more. This is such a sad poem, my friend. It speaks to me of how quietly it all ends. Nothing shakes or shatters. The '....' extending into the unknown.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Divya.
j.