a chaw of possibilities

a chaw of possibilities

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

a chaw of possibilities

 

 

into the spittoon

of life

wasted moments, 

fearfully find their target

 

hidden agendas

drip from the sides

it's a repulsive scene

 

regurgitation

of life

 

sensed but 

never savored.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/26/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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So many wasted moments, days, weeks, months and years, my life's spittoon must be almost brimming. A regurgitated life feels so sad. A very interesting and new metaphor you have here, dear Jacob. Public spittoons are a way of life in my country and always so stained with the reds of betel leaves and betelnut juice. Terrifying to behold. So this was a very strong association for me and of course I loved the poem for it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Divya, for your kind comments on my not so pretty metaphor.
j.



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I believe we don't realize the loss of wasted moments,untill we are heading to the end. I myself have felt this spite a few times. Especially when an important thing was on my responsibility and after doing that, I would always ask myself if I could do better. Human is naturally ignorant toward some crucial subjects.
Nima


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I guess we could always do better, Nima, but then
if we did everything perfectly the first ti.. read more
Nima.Hope

1 Year Ago

My pleasure sir.
Life can get quite distasteful especially with
wasted moments..& hidden agendas, life sensed
but never savored as it were..great write .great
Metaphors as always ...nice work dear friend


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your kind review, Fran Marie,
j.
Well said Jacob. Do often we miss the things that matter because we are too focused on things that don't.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Ain't that the truth? Yep.
Lift up the spitting bowl today to toast the next day ahead leave the past in the bowl crying over old spit never did any good
Loved your metaphors
I despise spitting
If I have to spit with a cold I do into a tissue could not imagine having a law that says spit here
Great write and metaphors


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

crying over old spit...i like that...although milk tastes a bit better than a chaw...
thank y.. read more
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Year Ago

To be honest I’d never heard of the term chaw
Extremely well written with deep effective thought, I really enjoyed going through this poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Maximus,
j.
Maximus

1 Year Ago

You are Welcome
What a journey life is. We have to navigate it as best we can. We will waste time, we will make mistakes but it is futile to beat ourselves up over it. Such an interesting metaphor here J. Reminds me of visiting China, where people spat in the streets frequently. Perfectly acceptable in their culture, repulsive in mine.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

and repulsive to me as well...But I would like to have visited China...interesting to see how folks .. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I got homesick. Wanted to leave soonest …..
nicely put J

my one cent:
In the chaw of possibilities, we find our way, through challenges and obstacles that come our way.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

we do, don't we? somehow we do.
thank you, console,
j.
console

1 Year Ago

we always have, mate
Another salient, sage write with impact. How many of us regret those wasted times? Love the careful word choice in this clinical piece Jacob.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

at my age now, I try not to waste any more moments....when I was younger I didn't know any better.read more
So many wasted moments, days, weeks, months and years, my life's spittoon must be almost brimming. A regurgitated life feels so sad. A very interesting and new metaphor you have here, dear Jacob. Public spittoons are a way of life in my country and always so stained with the reds of betel leaves and betelnut juice. Terrifying to behold. So this was a very strong association for me and of course I loved the poem for it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Divya, for your kind comments on my not so pretty metaphor.
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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