Programmed

Programmed 

 

 

flip the channels,

and the picture is still white snow

 

check the satellite

but it is digging itself out of grief

 

that temperament exceeds its contract

and we pay way too much for swollen eyes

 

the snow starts to look red,

and the heart's embarrassment 

finds its way to melting malcontent

 

reruns of the past we've watched enough

 

as we gradually find ourselves

buried in slush-full solace...

 

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/24/16

Reviews

[Nisreen]

There are days that feel like
we have seen this one before
like watching tv
and all the channels sound and look the same
one tries to come out of that state of mind
Buried in a sense of cold snow
all the same ..... we grow a bit bored

interesting write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am glad you appreciated this---yes, flipping the channels of life looking for something we can get interested in...

j.

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Sweet write Sir... its great how you present peculiar situations in your words....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Anurag...

j.

[Zugzwang]

Right on brother!! My TV isn't connected to the aerial. The ads annoy me so much. It's easy to waste ao much time watching vapid dross. And I unfortunately do. In downloaded form. Doh!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i download too many memories too often, also.

thank you for your words, my friend.read morei download too many memories too often, also.

thank you for your words, my friend.

j.

[B. Boileau]

Some memories are like bad reruns, but we still find ourselves watching them in the corners of our minds... and than find ourselves buried in slush.
As always, your writing is my reading pleasure.
b

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, bill...i appreciate your insights.

j.

[softlyfall]

There is a genuine and pervasive lack of depth in modern society, and I think you are absolutely correct in postulating that television is partly responsible as it takes the life out of life, reduces it to two dimensions, then beats the meaning out of it in reruns.
I like the way you take the ordinary, and write an extraordinary poem, jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your kind words, softlyfall....to me, television, cell phones, texting---it's a different society...i miss the 60's---:)))

[softlyfall]

This will tell you how old I am, Jacob, but I remember when television actually turned white...fuzzy and white, right after midnight, right after you saw Slim Pickens cross the screen riding the bomb.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i remember too...back in the fifties--our old black and white tv...and our old big phillips radio...those were the days, for better or worse.

j.

[Norman 223]

This is why I spend so much time writing Television has reached saturation point in banal entertainment.. I particularly liked your reference to the satellite dish digging itself out of grief. It conjured up a concept of
celestial censorship. (I'm sure there's a poem waiting to be born(e) here.

.Norman

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Norman.

j.