from sandcastles to bones

from sandcastles to bones

 

 

we're born and we die

and all the why

stays somewhere in the middle

caught in a void

we avoid by accepting

the inevitable ritual

 

we're born and we die

reasons grow old with us

but never with clarity

they just keep us guessing

and growing weary of

the inevitable ritual

 

we're born and we die

with syncopated sigh

the end comes near

we never really conquer our dreams

we just fear them

avoid them

void them

then sleep

in the void of

the inevitable ritual.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/23/16

Reviews

[tanmay7551]

we never really conquer our dreams
we just fear them
avoid them
void them
then sleep
in the void of
the inevitable ritual.


Very beautiful words J ! We often try to avoid our dreams and give up on things in tough situations.

It is like searching for lost coin in the light while it is lost in the dark.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and maybe we avoid dreams more because we are afraid to succeed...
rather than fail....

thank you for your words, my friend.

j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

A rather dark though uncomfortably accurate description of that which we call "life's journey."
Granted, from our perspective, the journey is virtually blind--but not necessarily without purpose. As Granddaddy used to say: "Just because a blind man don't know where he's goin', don't mean he ain't goin' nowhere."
Ultimately, I suppose, all we really have is faith to sustain us.
Truly exceptional work, Jacob; you are a unique poet with immense talent.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind with your review, Jimmy...

thank you,

j.

[Michael X]

what if we don't die and the ritual is merely an illusion?That is the beckoning, begging question this poem asks. I like the way you worded this poem, it is classic to your unique style, the form. It really tickles my funny bone.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Michael.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

We are born to die. We can't control that...maybe delay it with healthy living...it's what we do with the time in between that matters. We are far into the autumn now...spring seems so far away, doesn't it?Good write, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ted.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

After Nam the ritual became a blasphemy, whys flooded my soul, under all my stars lived bullshit.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, and most of the whys will never be answered...
thank you for your response, Al.

j.

[iand63]

and so into the night we wander
with clarity in our darkness
and shadows as our friends

wonderful piece Mr J

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, ian.
j.

[Paul Bell]

When i was twenty, i had all my life to fulfill my dreams. But life got in the way. Now i go to funerals of friends, the immortal ones. Someday the dream will reach me, someday.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

hopefully the dream will...hopefully...

thank you, Paul
j.

[T Passos]

I utterly adore this poem. In the middle of the ephemeral and racing period we are given, knowing the end is relatively near will only warn us to tame and grasp our dreams before the ritual ends.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words and insights, T.
j.

[Nessly]

This is absolutely beautiful writing and so true. I love this one, jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Nessly...

j.

[Nessly]

Welcome. :)

[Valentine]

We are born and we die, and all of the things we hoped to do in our life times rarely gets done. There is no way to avoid the inevitable. Valentine

[jacob erin-cilberto]

true...thank you for your insights, Valentine...

j.