at the end of the end

at the end of the end

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


at the end of the end

 

 

 

 

the void inserts itself

like a damaged book mark,

or maybe the story within the pages

is damaged,

life reads too fast

and as we tire,

the words slow us down to a perusal 

of what we could have been,

 

but when the cover gets closed

by aging fingers,

and life set down on the night stand

 

will the space between what we wanted to be

and what we became

have its own epilogue

or will we just turn out the light

and go to sleep.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/23/15

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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The problem sometimes is, we never knew what we wanted to be and we're not quite sure what we've become--although we suspect there's a decided difference.
Must now give my aging fingers a rest.
Outstanding offering!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

i hear ya on giving the aging fingers a rest...

thank you for your words, Jimmy...read more
ahh, what we could have been...but I think what we were to others is a biggie too. How we effected those around us reads in there but we often forget it and look at our accomplishments instead. Now the question is, are we lucky those of us who get the chance to ponder our own life before death, or are we lucky those who have our life swiftly taken from us?

Who knows I suppose...the answers to these things are individual.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jesserose99

8 Years Ago

lovely thought provoking poem Jacob!
Great poem! You have a real talent.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Whether you believe the bird thing is really immaterial. The main thing is the world keeps turning and the happiness you have given to others will be passed on.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I found this really powerful and sad. I hope you aren't sad. I'm exploring Buddhism and we meditated on the fact that we could die any time even today.
It is a surprisingly empowering and releasing thought. Life is beautiful and precious. Give happiness to those around you. The ending is not necessarily an ending just a change. The bird flies to a new nest. The world keeps turning.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Firebird.

j.
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Somehow it makes me feel it's kind of darker than your other writings. It makes one ponder and let the mind wander.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words mimi...

j.
'will the space between what we wanted to be
and what we became
have its own epilogue'

Now thats a thought that opens a fresh page!

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you. Solar.

j.
The inevitable question many ask themselves at the end is did i become all i could be. What an inventive thing you've done to mix that question in with a book. Many poets will probably ask themselves this question at some point or another. i think i already am.

the last word could use a question mark after it.

i love your writing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Cherry....actually the last two lines are more of a rhetorical questi.. read more
WOW! There is so much to ponder in this one Jacob. The words between the lines leave me breathless. ~Sharon

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Sharon.

j.
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Gee
I'm with Beccys dad,life does seem to speed up as we age and a whole heap of hindsight would be very much appreciated,accepted, if offered.Love the last two lines. Right my new years resolutions....I'm going to ensure world peace is achieved,by hook or by crook,even if I have to tour the world kickin' add.Famine will be a thing of the past, once I have perfected the"Jesus" method of food distribution.I will save the whale,elephants,ozone layer,stamps(aided by Phil Atalist),endangered bird species(assisted by Albert Ross)And finally I will ditch the Walter Mitty,misguided side of my character,live my life in reality,and lie no more...

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

what a fun response...thank you for the smile...i wish we could get rid of all the bad stuff...
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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..

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