Old Chair

Old Chair

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Old Chair

 

 

in the parlor

a stranger

removes his coat

 

makes himself at home

tension turns me upside down

death in the afternoon

 

of a cold November day

slowly approaching

the rocker

 

the silhouette

pivots

his face

 

advances a smile

to me

Father?

 

his response

smacks me in the heart

am i in his dream

 

or mine?

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/18/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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I used to dream about my mother a lot after she died. This is a scary one.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Sorry to hit a nerve, Relic.
Thank you for sharing.
j.
Relic

3 Years Ago

No apologies necessary. :)
okay this was a bit chilling but i have to admit that happens to me sometimes being an antique dealer many objects have spirits attached the strange sounds and occurrences that have happened in my store over the years I just cant refute Im the last guy to believe in ghosts but, well...you know! next time you see him could you get the lottery numbers from him?

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I do believe in ghosts, brother bunny...and had a couple experiences, one visual, that lasted for ab.. read more

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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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