flying

flying

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

flying

 

 

the hills

steeply incline

age, the hiker

with patchy shoes

short breaths 

become mountainous

amendments to life

 

climbing

towards some baleful cloud

winded

 

the Eagle perched in his aerie

blinks

as man joins him

on a perch of serenity

they share a wing

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/2/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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There is a reason we think of "the breath of life." It is more apt to think breath IS life. Or more medical and less poetic. Lack of breath stops life.
Of all the choices, I prefer listening to the sound the poets make-and the Eagles-Take It Easy.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

listening to the sound poets make...I like that.
thanks, Winston,
j.
An uphill climb, that’s what life can be. Set with challenges, but once you have reached the summit, what a spectacular view. Wonderful poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Chris....I wonder where that summit is----
If but momentarily, they're joined by wing...a feeling that can be described so masterfully, only by you. I also loved how the short breaths become mountainous amendments to life. Life is an uphill task but the view from the top is so worth it.

Welcome back, dear friend. Your poetry was missed and how!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kindness,
j.
AYVID N

1 Year Ago

Always such a pleasure.
This reminded me of an Chinese proverb. There are many ways up to the top of the mountain however the views at the top are always the same. Hope you are doing well J and welcome back.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, andrew,
j.
Just enjoy that perch and enjoy hiking the way I do. Hike from cart to nearby grass, take out seat, table, thermos and sarnies and watch all the younger fools wear themselves out.
You'll get to know what the eagles eyes mean before you know it.


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I might just do that, lorry...
thanks for the visit and words,
j.
My feathered wings have perched where time is
softly spent where Eagles gather to rest and
imagine Life as Spring softly plays Hallelujah...
Be blessed my friend. Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Pat, I have really missed WC.
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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