what we earn from what we learn

what we earn from what we learn

 

 

 

a rather somber tune

but I'm exploding with laughter

my heart is numb to exasperation

the beat steady, till planted

the earth has standing room only

 

you sift through my freedom

I fly

into sky and water

 

the original cast

before the intrusion

of the players

God's experiment

 

if only we assumed the role

harboring more than just

an image;

 

then ashes

might tell a much better tale.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/2/23

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Jacob,

A most poignant to our human reality philosophical piece of fine Poetry ...

Marve

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Marve,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Drawn particularly to your fourth stanza J. These words I could apply easily to politicians. They may look the part but many of them are more interested in helping themselves rather than others. I have lost faith in our government completely. They could also apply to church leaders who would do better keeping their noses out of politics and concentrating on the teachings of Christ. I wandered to several scenarios here.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have lost faith in ours as well.
And church leaders? Don't even get me started.
thank you for your insights, Chris.
j.

[Light and ashes]

I get the feeling that this is about Society, in some capacity, whether it is about social justice, or something else.. maybe it is about people taking personal responsibility for themselves?? ..............

Somewhat enigmatic write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Light.
j.

[Light and ashes]

Always happy to stop by and give you at least somewhat of a good review.

[Amanda Renee]

I love the duality of all of this!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Amanda,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Live and learn. Twist and turn. Love and burn. Our tales keep on producing more winners and victims. Some make it, some don't. Some are willing, some won't comply.
Marvelously penned.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Sami.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob of Carbondale.

[andrew mitchell]

On face value when I read this was that if we all believed in God
our ashes might mean something and above all tell us why we are here but alas….

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe we aren't quite what he hoped for...
thank you, andrew,
j.

[Soren]

Jacob your poetry has become deeply philosophical and I emphasize deep. The metaphor here is deep enough by itself but it is spread with possible word play "till planted" I picture the tilling of the ground in planting, or is it till from until? It is all summed up in the last stanza
"then ashes
might tell a much better tale." My mind will ponder this one for a while.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah, you got the double meaning...."till next time"----
Thank you for your very kind words, Soren,
j.