Mad Earth

Mad Earth

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

 

Mad Earth

 

 

 

failing raindrops

evaporate in hazy skies

as famine creeps across the skyway

 

the air mulched into thwarted breath

there were white clouds once

even in the storms, they were gray

 

but this color

is some anemic over-exposure

looks like the sun leaking

 

onto a canvas

the painting seen through raw eyes

" aye, that's the rub"

 

eradicated vision

still leaves the mind burning

with guilt

 

Oedipus lived with more clarity

after blinding himself

some Quebec King doused his kingdom

with an arson's hands

 

his throne bound to

 catch fire in the wind

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/8/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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So far Canada has had over 2,500 fires coast to coast, with numbers and temps of, shattering records, making this the worst fire season ever.
In our area, a recent fire is out of control next door to Cathedral Grove, an iconic grove of ancient evergreens, one of the few left, on the road between Nanaimo and Pt. Alberni, which has heavily impacted access to the communities in the upper portion of Vancouver Island.
Obviously, this just relates to a very small portion of Canada but is symptomatic of the issues being faced by communities right across the country, sea to sea to sea, having the Arctic now navigable throughout the summers
And summer has not yet arrived
Welcome to the new reality

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I am so sorry to hear of all of this, Dave.
It is so bad.
j.
I can imagine your skies after these fires. I can also imagine the devastation in Canada. We are on the river, so no news and no pictures. Just your poems dear J. I feel your upset from here.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

so much devastation...could have been avoided..
Humans!
thank you, Chris,
j.
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

We are decimating our own planet :(
Wow… Jacob… our beautiful Canada 🇨🇦 has suffered as flowers and forests are crying for Rain.. we feel the Pain as our Skies have been turned into Picasso Paintings with embers of orange shadows and grey silhouettes. Even today our morning is overcast, but refuses to Clear. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Yes, a Picasso painting...I'll buy that.
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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