slipping beneath the hard cover of a New York night

slipping beneath the hard cover of a New York night

 

 

 

if skyscrapers came in chapters

rather than stories

how many pages high would cities read

 

sky blue dog-ears

bookmark rapture on the Hudson

luxury liners docked on lovers lane

 

the roar of taxis

as symphonic undertones

to the embrace

 

kisses in figurative leaning

concrete clouds play cumbersome chords with tender admission

that emerge from a Holland Tunnel of affection

 

and turn cumulus longing

into a novel of nebulous nerve endings

as our foundations touch

 

hearts are read

with careful perusal

and perpendicular periphery

 

sidewalk glances

flirting while hopscotching

down the avenue

 

imagining endings

that are merely beginnings

of a second book. 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/18/17

Reviews

[Nipplegrinder]

This is fantastic. A metaphor laden ode. Well conceived, and executed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Nipplegrinder.
j.

[Jon Roggie]

I can't help it. While feeling the chaos,
I prefer the forest. Quiet moments shared by the wind. Still, a night in the city is always interesting.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i , too, prefer where i am now...i live out in the woods....much more peaceful thank when i was a kid in the Bronx...much.

j.

[Jon Roggie]

Still not in the forest, but I can drive.

[Jimmy Yetts]

There are far more stories in those New York buildings than any architect ever conceived.
You are the Metaphor King!--always just the right touch.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are kind with your words, Jimmy.

thank you..
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I visited NYC saw people hurrying to keep up with your poetry, everyone watching the jet land in the Hudson, someone saying 'what does it mean' and as I read your poem fruition seemed inevitable.

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Al.
j.

[Paul Bell]

If you want to get fit. Spend two weeks in New York.
The folks will push you to new heights.
What a rollercoaster ride it is.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is the truth--thank you, Paul.

j.

[Ardra]

sidewalk glances
flirting while hopscotching
down the avenue

:) nicely done, enjoyed reading this one..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Galadriel...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Love the word play in this one Jacob and the metaphor simply has a spine and an index to die for!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, John.
j.

[Anand Sehgal]

A very different kind of story-telling from you :) Marvelous job Jacob ! Cities ignite many questions in mind :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Anand.
j.

[h d e rushin]

I have never been to New York but I have seen Eddie Murphy's "Trading Places" at least 100 times. But this poem like Ginsberg's ultra famous "Howl" is the testament that this depraved world could be admired
although misshapenly, as if chapters are distances;
as if sentences is the train ride to Younkers. Your poems are like that unmistakable liquid we lathered outselves before wrongdoing. We keep the bottles of it warm and within our reach.....great poem/ dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, dana...
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“Rapture on the Hudson”-this poem is a symphony of lyrical language, deft alliteration, amazing imagery...” a Holland Tunnel of affection”...New York never had it so good! Love this j.!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Annette.
j.