over there

over there

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

over there

 

 

 

pathetic little dandelion

cut down in adolescence

loud purr of the happy engine

destroying all in its path

even the greenest blades

anointed with a baptism of 

indiscretion

and all the while

the dead birds sing.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/27/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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Although classified as a weed here , they are apparently good for the lawn and good for you if you wish to eat them. I’ll stick to my regular veges.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, I would rather look at them, not eat them..ha ha
thanks, andrew,
j.
Those dead birds singing and an audience of cats smiling. I actually picked a blooming dandelion the other day instead of whacking it with a weedeater but I guess the same result, just not as harsh. : )

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

picking, much kinder than whacking...
I think,
j.
dear Jacob… dandelions are drops of sunshine that bring Joy to the Robins that prefer to be on the ground more than other Birds. Sunbeams fall where grass is grateful… your poem is a Eulogy to flowers mowed with no chance to dance. softly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

"no chance to dance" alas...we all need to have that chance. I am moving to Fleetwood Mac as I write.. read more
I saw a lawn mower here destroying the hapoy smiling, yellow faces on the lawn. I love dandelions and daisies. Sone would find them a nuisance. I don’t. What a sensitive write. I imagine you looking through a window at the destruction.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I always liked both as well...
we destroy nature over and over with our lawn mower.
He.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I liked the rhyme. Sorry re my typos J.
There once was an episode of tales of the unexpected, a Sunday early evening kind of twilight zone light, where a tree surgeon was driven to madness when he discovered trees, then plants and even grass screamed when cut.
I still think of it when gardening, while hoping I don't get sent to purgatory's naughty step for all my mass genocidal gardening.
Poor little dandelions 😊

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

have you ever heard them scream? I have.
thank you, Lorry.
j.

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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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