It's Wednesday

It's Wednesday

 

 

 

i am wise

beyond

the Glad easy tie trash bags

full of useless thoughts

i threw away years ago

 

with the paper plates

plastic poems

prudently poured

into disposable cups

from a typewriter

that couldn't hold a tune

couldn't stay immune

 

to the junk i was writing,

wait

wait

 

i hear the sound of the truck

the roar of the engine backing up

to years when i first saw you

touched you

left you

 

wrapped you up in sentiment

left you

touched you

first saw you

 

standing by the curb

as i heard the roar of the engine backing up

 

and i couldn't get away

 

i am wise 

beyond

 

but not here

not now.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/18/2020

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[Paul Bell]

Wisdom and the written word, it was like they built the garbage truck just for that and that alone.
On the plus side, it keeps someone in a job. I like the idea, she was worth the write, but the words piled up and the garbage men reminded me of the two bag rule.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Paul,
appreciate you,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of looking back with sorrow. The speaker likens past experiences with garbage, especially the writing efforts. Probably not a good idea, for we create from where we stand at any given time, which should not be spurned, for what else could we do? The memory of a past love creeps in here, too, with some feelings of seeming remorse accompanying it. Again, not advised, for all mistakes are like groping down a dark corridor. You're bound to bump into the wall now and then.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, like groping down a dark corridor, you are absolutely correct in that.
I have bumped into too many walls...thank you for your insights,
j.

[Cherrie]

I like the way you carry the looped thought throughout.
Wisdom can come at a price. Maybe that lesson learned alittle to late then penned to paper.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Cherrie,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

People come, people go, but your typewriter and muse are forever. Clearing out the trash is therapeutic. There's much that can be binned, there' s some stuff which is of immense value. That stays.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[Light and ashes]

It's like the story of a muse gone bad.....I like it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Light,
j.

[Light and ashes]

You're welcome

[Betty Hermelee]

This so timely for me, as we just cleared out a storage unit, packed with memorabilia; what to keep, what to junk; not an easy task; actually very sad . Your poem talks about this, but also about reminisces from the past, your old poetry, typewriter and romance "wrapped up in sentiment".....your wisdom ultimately gone ;memories and the pieces of your life that are leaving you and going off to the trash. I love the chosen words and how you string them together. Your, Betty

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Betty,
yes, what to keep, what to toss...but I would keep that typewriter if nothing else.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Some relics are worth keeping....

[emmajoy]

' when i first saw you'.. touched you.. left you.. wrapped you up in sentiment.. left you.. touched you.. first saw you. .... and couldn't get away '

You can write about anything emotional, dear j. and not apologise for the gut wrenching flavour you leave behind. What you write so finely is the nail knocked on the head~ and how.. truth put so finely, subtly yet honestly, it jumps out and thoughts and tears just flow. Thank you, for.. your skills, your ability to say what many think but are unable to voice - on any day.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for that really nice compliment, em.
I certainly smile at that thought...but I really can't take responsibility for my writings...that muse puts me in a zone...and the words and phrases just come through me like a conduit. but thanks.
j.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Deep and yet it accumulates intransigent mood of enlightenment. Beautiful relation between what we consider obsolete of things no longer carry a tune that you've listen and dance to before. Now wiser of holding on and letting go at the same time. Like Winnie the Pooh says " How Lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." Keep writing beautifully penned. Sincerely your friend in writing and life

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Andrew, thank you for your very kind review...
and "Winnie the Pooh didn't know what to do" maybe he had poem stuck on his nose.
your reviews are better than my poems deserve.
thank you.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You paint such stark and emotive pictures as Wednesday is also the day our bins go out but you recall all the wasted things done and moments lost and love of the past, and it becomes such a sad song.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

funny how certain things inspire us to write...thank you, John. Our landlord forgot to pay the trash company, thus we had a full bin for a week...
I saw that and this poem just kind of wrote itself.
j.