Days Aloof

Days Aloof

 

 

i could write a poem yesterday

but it would still be the somber tale

that words describe today and everyday

 

when sentences became lines

and lines risk exploiting

our unhappy lives

 

today, everyday

but especially with the ink

of yesterday's well of memory.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/30/23

Reviews

[light and ashes]

finely crafted poem.........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Light....Appreciate the encouragement.
j.

[light and ashes]

Always, jacob...
seriously, no problem at all.

[willweb]

Yesterday's ink...you would think it would change with the times but sadly, I guess it only knows what it knows. Maybe that inkwell should get out more.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

probably should...:)))
thanks, will.
j.

[Pete]

i've always liked that word - 'aloof'. sometimes we must read between the lines in order to really know but perhaps we're better off not knowing. many of us go about our business each day like robots ... :)

“If you feel pain, you're alive, if you feel other people's pain, you're a human being.” — Leo Tolstoy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Good quote by Tolstoy...and I feel accurate.
thank you, Pete,
j.

[Lorry]

Yes Jacob. I could have too, but the constant thoughts that spring to mind and take over are so tinged with sadness that sometimes it begins to feel like self harm when I pick up a pen these days.sometimes it is best to wait for some sun and perhaps a wry smile.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding words, Lorry,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

This little poem has such a bleakness in its lines J. Many people lead unhappy lives, but I believe each one of us has the ability to create a little bit of happiness for ourselves. In the quietest and bleakest of moments, I can find that in the natural environment. I saw a single bluebell yesterday, alone in a wooded patch but the sun smiled on its face as it danced. I stood and watched it for five minutes and felt uplifted. That’s where your lines had me drifting this morning. Just the memory of that five minutes has worked it’s magic again.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a pleasant memory...thank you, Chris.
for sharing.
j.

[Laz K.]

lines about unhappy lives...you might have a new definition of poetry here.
"today, everyday" - i have alluded to "Waiting for Godot" before regarding another one of your writings, and i "hear" the same sentiments here. i say this as a compliment, because i believe that being able to recognize and verbalize this aspect of the human condition is one of the greatest achievements anyone can make in life. that is where we come to the misty threshold of the metaphysical.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Laz,
j.

[FGFRANKLIN]

It might be better to remain aloof from the mud and muck of yesterday's madness but today will have its own. This has a slight note of despair to it. But a cheerful thing about life is we shouldn't take it too seriously, after all, none of us are getting out of this alive. Same thing I said when I gave my eldest driving lessons in a straight drive...we're all going to die. lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That is funny about your eldest...the highway is the dieway...
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

thank you, Fabian...I do try not to take life too seriously....even if my poetry does.
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Yes, my yesterday’s well is filled with the same bleak ink. Do you suppose there was a reincarnation accident and we ended up each of us one-half Poe?
Nevermore.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that could definitely be, Winston....
j.