Rails

Rails

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Rails

 

 

 

 

Hemingway's pachyderms 

might have colored the hills

barren,

my elephant in the room

is vague gray

 

scattered sorrow the weight

the sun shielded

memories are pack animals

Napoleon's troops

are my tears

over the landscape

 

I miss seeing you through the glass

as the train leaves the station

and the conductor

checks my heart

for verification

that I did pay for a window seat.

 

 

erin--cilberto

2/16/22 

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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my elephant in the room
is vague gray .........

I felt the utter sadness in your words. Having loved and lost, coping with pack animal memories and tears like Napoleon's troops is terrible in itself but to love and be doubted yet is sadder still. The heart was poked and prodded here, checked for its veracity. When all it wanted and did was to love. The window seat was fully paid for...

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your words, DIVYA,
j.
Profoundly weighty but not necessarily dark, I feel the gray while watching the world go by getting closer to that final destination as that elephant takes a free ride on my back, getting heavier everyday. Can’t wait for spring so it at least feels lighter and the world is not as gray as I feel…excellent poem

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Patricia,
j.
Oh wow, better take care of that elephant in the room! Sad but profoundly done but is intriguing, enjoyable read

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Unspoken,
j.
Isn't it strange how hearts become houses haunted by old ghosts? People and places that remain only in memory. Voices that echo in an empty chamber. And somehow, age doesn't diminish the pain...

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

yes, very strange. Thank you, M.J.
j.
So sad if your memories have become pack animals. Memories are better if they are like cuddly p***y cats. They should bring comfort, not hound you. You are missing people who were dear to you. Grief can last a long time dear friend. Your heart is suffering. I feel that.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Chris,
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..