much like him

much like him

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

much like him
draining wisdom from the man
as his supply
was not meeting up to his demand
rather rudely regarding him
yet he always found a generous suggestion
forthwith,
now my wisdom is aging
memory spasms every so often
perhaps my supply is waning
but like him,
I must oblige
and impart whatever savvy
is left in storage
I cannot use it after 
death,
the worms aren't interested
in anything but burrowing
searching for food
not of the mind.
erin-cilberto
10/10/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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Wisdom should be shared Jacob and not confined to mere thought.
At least I think I think that's right. I'll get back to you just as soon as any wiseations make an appearance though 😊

Posted 3 Years Ago


I think of death not as being reduced to worm food, but being liberated from worm food. I just truly think cognition is unlimited and perhaps even self awareness is unlimited until it merges with the gestalt awareness that some call Nirvana, some call Heaven. Some call home.
I think poetry, yours and mine and everyone's, once written, exists. Like music. It exists in waves of thought just as music travels in waves. Sometimes it even feels like our poems flow through us, choose us.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I know my poetry chooses me. I am just a conduit.
Thank you for your words,
j.
jacob, I am once more reminded by your poignant poem, that Eliot likely got it wrong. Oct-Nov are the cruelest months, when weather turns are aging gripes to brooding on the approaching end of reason

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Ken,
j.
The last lines caused me to wander thinking life after death although stationary, is ever changing. Imagine how bright worms could be, digesting our wisdom. So well done. Back to poem --seems more like father and son for me.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, andrew...spot on says I.
j.
Being generous you will find is worth it''s weight in Gold. and so
I fold my Tent and sleep under the Stars.... from whence cometh Help. Amen... Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

the stars definitely help.
thank you, Pat,
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..