a different kind of running

a different kind of running

 

 

it's a fine day in the mountains

the sun skimming off the trailer top

 

inside a bride waits to take her first steps

down the aisle of reconciliation

 

but then, she somehow becomes

wrought with indifference

 

he lives far away where his feelings

have become a flatland

the flat line evidenced by

 

not much rain,

no tears

the empathy turned sympathy

turned apathy

 

it's a fine day in the mountains

for some,

others find it a prison

regardless of

 

the weather's temperament

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/13/23

Reviews

[Juliah B]

Wow, this is so specific and yet leaves plenty of room for imagination. The imagery of the mountain and the bride just fits so well in the mind of the reader. Love it, thank you :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Juliah,
j.

[Juliah B]

Of course! (:

[Neville]

there are simply far too many possibilities here to run with .. I would be exhausted by the time I got out of the blocks .. but it does take all sorts, and two to tango I'm told, 'weather' on a mountain, in sunshine or rain, or not ..
N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and sometimes mountains in between family...literally and figuratively...
thank you, Neville,
j.

[John the Baptist]

If the lady is counting on reconciliation, I fear she is in for a disappointment. When empathy turns to sympathy and then to apathy, I would say a definite course has been set. Perhaps she should think about visiting a dating site.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love this interpretation, especially considering the inspiration that led to this poem.
thanks, John.

[Ladysue]

I like how you portrayed this. A cleverly written poem

Indifference equals no feeling whatsoever to me and apathy right there partnering with it. At this point it seems nearly impossible to reconcile.

Brings to mind the Gambler lyrics
‘…know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run…’

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I never used to know when to run...do now though.
Thank you, Ladysue.
j.

[Ladysue]

We learn for sure.

[Andrew John]

Ah, yes, things can be differentiated, though on a fine day. Nice piece, Jacob. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you again, Andrew....appreciate you.
j.

[Ken e Bujold]

as always, rewarded for stopping by with another slice of life wisdom. fav line is the aisle of reconciliation.

Ken

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ken.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Moods and the moodiest, highs and lows. No matter the people, terrain and space either settle or cancel. Reconciliation seems too hard these days, too much to do or - not think about doing. Memories fly out of the window,, then die of the cold or - over-hot suffocation. As you add, ' ...either a prison regardless of the weather's temperament.'

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding words, em.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

You are - as always, very welcome, sir.

[Keagen Cole]

At first, I was confused about the second & third verses, but the rest explained it to me. It's written with a subtle, yet philosophical tone—pretty good work. ;3

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Keagen,
j.

[Keagen Cole]

anytime. ^w^

[D. Mansfield]

Wonderful poem, im enjoying this rainy day reading you and Chris, maybe some of it will rub off. Thank you for your attention. I very much appreciate it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I know Chris' poetry definitely rubs off on me.
She is amazing.
thanks, D.
j.

[Soren]

So many points of view by different people and the same person at different times. The poem did well to present this in disjointed breaks and diametrically opposed lines. Very creative.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Soren,
j.