Cracks in Memory's Highway

Cracks in Memory's Highway

 

 

 

sparse cement

a road full of potholes

no guardrail,

a mountain's path towards a peak of love

winding widow

energy expended like the heart's fuel

 

avoiding  tragedies

impossible,

and yet, incorrigible,  she drives

forward, upward

 

hoping to meet him on some soulful road

at some Utopian rest stop---

that scenic viewpoint,

where we can recall our lives with solace

 

 

and see many states of our inheritance

all at once,

 

knowing the ride was more important

than the location to which we arrived

at any point ---

 

she stops

rolls down the window

and breathes deeply.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/16/16

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

The road of memory, drives, stops, breaths all coming from the tail of our lives.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Al...

j.

[iand63]

This feels like a narrative to the opening scene of a movie. The camera pans to show an open vista in black and white. There is only the sound of nature and a feeling of heat. Nice one J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, ian.
j.

[h d e rushin]

wasn't it John Ford the great movie director who used long shots against a harsh background
to depict the importance of 'people over location'. Were he still alive I am sure he would tell
us that the many "cracks in memories highways" are filled with many heart felt scenes of
despair and suffering. And you remember those John Wayne movies where the final scene
was always some arrived viewpoint of solace-layered-utopia where someone once loved
deeply was embraced (or like the Grapes of Wrath) occupied. Oh, how I wish Jacob that
time dost prepare us for that final deep breath; as a way, if nothing else, to clear our
vision of what has happened.

You bared your soul in this one my friend.....amazing....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, dana...

j.

[softlyfall]

Always, the journey is book and the destination only the period at the end of the last sentence.

The road full of holes aligns with temporal existence..our physical bodies are really not solid, merely countless separate cells clinging to a purpose, briefly. We are full of holes. And like potholes, this humanness makes us stumble and break down.
You said all of this in 25 words.
Then went on to wax zen

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, softlyfall....

j.

[softlyfall]

you are welcome for yours (grin)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I love the use of the "mountain's path towards a peak of love." Love is full of peaks and valleys, often more valleys than peaks; but our ultimate goal is to reach that peak on high from which the valleys seem so small and so far away - a distant memory. We breathe deeply, free at last.

Lovely!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, and your extended visit...it is so nice to see you around again, Linda Marie....

j.

[Dalton]

Furthering Jimmy's point on the "myriad of meanings", this poem contains ideas on fate, time, love, and the mind.

One particularly curious thought that this poem has me wondering is if the masculine and feminine characters are simply the right and left hemisphere of the poet's brain. The masculine being logic, the feminine creativity.
When the two meet on a "soulful road", there is an opportunity to " recall our lives in solace".
If this was an intentional play of polarity, then it only further attests to this poet's complexity.

It reminds me of Nietzsche's "Amor Fati", thus love of one's fate.
Thank you for another show of beauty.

Salute,
D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like that left/ right brain idea...thank you for your insights, Dalton...you have thoughtful angles...

j.

[softlyfall]

You do understand that male/female is not synonymous with any dichotomy of brain or character I hope! males and females are much more alike than different, with ( thank you creator) some very necessary exceptions.

[Dalton]

I truly don't wish to detract from the positive attention, reception, and respect that Jacob deserves for this lovely poem, however, your highly polarized statement seems to require a response.
The significant difference between the male and female brain structure and behaviour is well correlated.
http://m.cercor.oxfordjournals.org/content/9/8/896.abstract
http://www.columbia.edu/itc/anthropology/v1007/jakabovics/mf2.html

[softlyfall]

LOL, I am aware of all of that...and more, much more. I'm not sure it is I who is locked into a polarized paradigm here, Dalton. Before you tread the murky waters of sanctimony, perhaps you might consider that there are others who respect and love Jacob's poetry.
Jacob knows how much I value his art and his gift and is both secure and mature enough to consider disparate views and musings.

[Jimmy Yetts]

A lovely, insightful piece with a myriad of meanings.
Whether it's all about the journey or not, we seem forever to be in the seeking mode; those triumphal-- even, merely meaningful--"arrivals" are damned scarce.
Thought-provoking, good poet.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jimmy...
i retitled it...first title a bit obscure...

j.