Road Construction

Road Construction

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Road Construction



there's relevance on an interstate
miles of time to create tire tracks on white roads

thinking is a way to travel through states of mind
and the ink in the steering wheel
splashes pavement in frolicking acceleration

and when we get to our destination
the burnt rubber rhetoric
finally gets to cool and expand
tread bare words in a rear view mirror of destiny

left in a work zone,
keyboard traffic slows down to a crawl
and i wave at the flagman
synonymously trying to find an alternate route

to get to the end of my poem.



erin-cilberto
10/28/16

© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto


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I am thinking as I read of cool hand Luke and the warden's famous line "what we have here is a failure to communicate"... "frolicking acceleration" and "burnt rubber rhetoric" damn sure are road blocks to critical thinking... and critical thinking is something that is definitely out of favor these days.... just follow the rhetoric to our destiny... a road block that humanity can ill afford... it won't just be the end of your poem Jacob...so where is this alternative route, I want to wave at the flagman too...

I like your thinking through the state of mind...

Jacob

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

ah yes, Strother Martin.....great line...sad when Luke said it..right before he was shot to death---.. read more
redzone

8 Years Ago

yeah it was sad to be sure... I found to that as long as he was alive all the other prisoners lived .. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

i am hopeful...thanks,Curt.



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Very imaginative comparison between writing & travelling. Love these nice bits of word crafting: "burnt rubber rhetoric" . . . "tread bare words" . . . "alternate route to end my poem" . . . *smile* (((HUGS)))

Posted 8 Years Ago


The ending stanza and last line were an unexpected, pleasant surprise for me as I read this poem. The transfer of metaphor, slang, and language typically associated with traffic to the act of writing a poem was particularly entertaining.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Monica...

j.
and there you have it! "the end" :) the mind is such a wonderful place to travel ..with brutal honesty and courage ... and steady focus ...when Halloween is over we can peal off the masks eh!? ... i like this very simply stated poem ..i like the roads and asphalt and peeling out ... i drove through Texas once and so enjoyed the miles and miles of very little traffic .. speeding ... and singing all the way ...
...i told my Norma it may be the last time i vote if i vote at all ..then we both went and voted early and i was so glad i did ..i did vote my conscience ... and on policy only .. and i felt peace and just a twist of joy having done so :)
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you for sharing that experience, E.....i love the sharing aspect of this genre...and how we al.. read more
Einstein Noodle

8 Years Ago

me too jacob ..is pend my mornings here having coffee with such a varied and exciting group .. and a.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

i get so much inspiration from the poets here....
"Trying to find an alternate route" - I liked the line

Posted 8 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

thank you, guy.

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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