a guitar string found after the bombing

a guitar string found after the bombing

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

a guitar string found after the bombing



the genius
preoccupied with solving the world

with numbers
and souls of renaissance blues

and balance
when scales of empathy 
don't measure correctly
in freaked out logarithms

teachers preach
but the genius
will teach
others to mimic
graphic equations

and pretend the sum of all the pretense
will shatter war and poverty
and suicide

and the reading glasses lying beside the bed
will adhere to the ear
of the follower

who is as blind 
as the teacher
and as genius
as the one who wrote songs
just before the music

heard itself silenced.


erin-cilberto
10/10/24

© 2024 jacob erin-cilberto


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

It's all delusion of grandeur!
No human has the answers!
The teacher is as inept
as his followers.
The musician is just as clueless!
All the extraordinary hours
invested on research yet human lives are stolen by the very solutions we profer
It all drives to one conclusion
...man is a pun in the hands of God!
We try but it's futile.
We don't have the answers!
The message,the imagery, the words!
This is poetry in motion!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you for the kind review, Titilayo.
j.
Titilayo Sarah Eguridu

2 Weeks Ago

You’re most welcome Jacob
It's always the crazy ones with their graphic equations putting up those metal halide lamps to examine the souls of lesser beings that need to be measured...somehow. The world is an asylum as we try to stick to the lower levels with minimum security touted as freedom..."but we can be thankful and grateful and proud since man's been endowed with the mushroom shaped cloud" and our world edges a bit further into complete insanity each day... "Boom boom, ain't it great to be crazy?"

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

Fabulous...ha ha....thank you, Fabian,
j.
after a 2000 pond bomb is dropped on a refugee camp, guitar string(s) are nowhere to be found, as well as body parts. A war crime was committed on Oct, 7th 2023, but a bigger war crime is being committed right before our eyes. And has been going on since 1947. Balance??!! Empathy?? The world and especially here in the US there is neither. A continuation since Columbus stole the first Native American back to Europe as a slave all those years ago.
Curt

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

Yes, yes, and it just keeps happening....sides and sabotage of peace.
thank you, Curt,
.. read more
Love it Jacob
Hope you well !

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Julie,
j.
This is one of the BEST I read in this page. So brilliant, so genius. Felt like a REAL poem. Deep and meaningful. I felt every part.
And the last part; Mind blowing. I love it sir.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you for your kind words,
j.
A troubled world indeed, but after reading several times it reminds me of the bombing at the October concert 1year and 2 days ago in Israel, where the music was on fire and after the massacre one could find a guitar string and…..silence and no genius can figure out the world’s problems and solve them….a pity that it’s getting worse…. my gut feeling
warmly, B

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

Yes, the music is on fire all over the world these days.
REally liked your new book..At Bridg.. read more
Betty Hermelee

4 Weeks Ago

You are an angel J, and I thank you immensely for reading and reviewing it,
So greateful�.. read more
A remnant, for sure, by which we would naturally assume that it was plucked and strummed - releasing its voice alone or in unison with the presumed other strings of a set in another time where the silence was broken by a soul's expression rather than the lack of life in the aftermath. Having thought that... what ails the heart is the heartlessness of hostility for some imagined higher good or purpose or goal. And without which no stringed instrument shall be ready for what they have been invented, but for one string....

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you for your insightful review, Red,
j.
dear Jacob… reminds me of the Sounds of Silence.. where there is no Balance. softly, Pat

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again....thank you, Pat,
j.
Ahh Jacob you have done it again with an enigmatic poem that requires this dull reader several reads to comprehend. Deep as the seas this poem masterfully captures the ignorance of all thinking that by reason and technology or science we can solve the problems of the world and those that look to genius, teacher, foolishly believe that they have the answers. The mixture of music is so wonderfully woven in with the words blues, scales, balance and later is woven back in again with ear and the genius that wrote the song(Beethoven comes to mind) blind (Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder)

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

Yes, those chaps...genius...blind genius.
thank you for your words, Soren,
j.

First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

285 Views
11 Reviews
Rating
Added on October 10, 2024
Last Updated on October 10, 2024

Author

jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



About
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..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..