memory needlingA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertomemory needling
there
is an old man on a mountain tears climbing his
cheeks, to his ancient eyes his mind a bit on the
down slope but there is still a
fire in his gut that burns for his
once-was bride
years erode the rocks, and he was one of them, yet his love of family
could move the very mountain atop
which he rests now heading into autumn's
curve
then winter, the
straightaway he has driven for so long,the road's
bones smooth like a timeless
medallion, his hair white as the
snow on the peaks of eternity
his heart, still as
volcanic as a child's
recklessness spewing the lava
that would map his future
ending in a winding
trail deep among the silent
pines that still whisper his
name as he feels her breeze gently tug on his
sleeve.
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Added on November 14, 2015Last Updated on November 14, 2015 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally 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..Writing
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