A Good Day to Poem

A Good Day to Poem

 

old friends compile

years of moments

too many to count

but so precious

as to be bundled

like phone and Internet

 

priceless pairings

the serendipity

coincidence in meeting

and then 30 years later

greeting

as if yesterday never was

 

on the same page

as two poems

with like meaning

metaphors talking over lunch

remembering the old poet

who made them happen

 

in dreams

in younger schemes

they followed a certain

rhythm and rhyme

of friendship

with an ending of ellipses

 

to be continued.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/26/25

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Remember the AOL junk mail cd's everyone would get in the mail back in the 90's? The progenitor of spam as it transitioned from real mail to email. Quinton Tarantino did something similar with spaghetti westerns but it was a more artful transition. Right now America is trying to do something similar in real life with fascism but they have really bad writers and directors so it looks like a clown show. It's just profoundly unfortunate we have a really stupid voter base that really will ride or f*****g die on in group bias fallacy. I have been drinking since 3 pm today. So,

[Ms claws]

Darn! Wish I had gotten some while I was out. Oh! I do go out. Just like whenever I want to. I like this !

[Ms claws]

I remember when the StoryMaster of Writing Dot Com was creating this site. We had a many years love affair and when I stopped, he wanted me gone So he created a site for the "throwaways". The less useful contributes and banned me so I went to Wattpad where reviewer Julian found me and told me about this place. Here I am! The StoryMaster's hoe.

[Davidgeo]

If you really need a reason to venture out glenda, I can give you one.

[Ms claws]

You are blowing my f*****g mind

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thanks to both of you for stopping by.
j.

[Ms claws]

Jacob, I'm sorry, love. The title, A Good Day To Poem drew me here. We do compile years of moments remembered, talk about them for hours, recall them forever. "Bundled like the phone and the internet"...Do you remember, Jacob, when the power went out and we could still pick up the phone and call to complain? They fixed us! Right?..."Metaphors talking at lunch, remembering the poem that created them I love that! Oh I love using the ellipses! ...

[Robert Robbie Lord Dudl..]

I loved this great poem I remembers the feeling I had with each of my brothers meeting and greeting and eating together after long years of being apart

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Lord Dudley.
j.

[Vania Aleksandrova]

I love the tenderness in this piece — it reminds me how friendship outlives years and distance. Truly touching and real.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Vania.
j.

[Vania Aleksandrova]

Thank you from my heart. 🌧️
Yes… sometimes poems hold what we can’t say out loud.read moreThank you from my heart. 🌧️
Yes… sometimes poems hold what we can’t say out loud.
I love that you felt the eleventh drop — that means the poem has found a friend. 💫

[Desert Knave]

The title alone could be a poem, but love the look back as my first poetry site became untenable some 15 or so years ago, and I miss the few there that made it home. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim.
j.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Love the concept almost as much as your execution. You never disappoint, friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind comment, Travis.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Old friends are fewer and fewer now ... most long gone except for that space between my ears.
Talking over tables gives way to gathering algorithms in the hope of reproducing what once.
Maybe it's like being King of the World ... one day you're on top and you look down and you're balancing alone.

I shall await the continuation j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I shall await it with you.
Yes, I have lost several of the ones my age or older...it's hard.
thank you, Ted.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

It's such a great idea to gather with those you know well from the past....and share everything...quite nostalgic and eye-opening to see how your friends have changed over the years...at my 40th high school reunion, I hardly recognized anyone... yet we bonded, like it was yesterday that we gathered....nothing like"chewing the fat" with those that are of comfort..."Metaphors talking over lunch" wonderful line J
This is really "sweet".....
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your understanding review...I treasure all of my very long friendships so much...means we have been through a lot together and it has always been a give and take.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure J....
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

Old friends reunited. This poem has a surge of energy. Catching up after years apart. With some people, you just carry on where you left off, regardless of the time lapse. A feast of memories.

metaphors talking
over lunch

I really like that line j.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Makes me wonder what metaprhors order for lunch.
Thanks Chris....
j.

[Jansy]

Ah, Jacob, this one feels like finding an old cassette tape labeled “Summer, once.” There’s such a gentle ache in the way memory and poetry overlap here, as if time itself pauses to share a cup of coffee.

The line “metaphors talking over lunch” is pure gold. It’s friendship written in the language of verse, where the punctuation is laughter and the ending, fittingly, an ellipsis. Some poems close; this one just keeps breathing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Jansy.
j.