the ashes of chance

the ashes of chance

 

 

raisins burn up before

pruning,

life combusts before

tuning

 

out trifle

heartaches

so that potent persuasion

 

can cause a blissful invasion

of love's 

level leaning

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/3/15

Reviews

[rubie]

when i first read this piece, it seemed a bit obscure and abstract to me.

but what i have come to see in it is this: no matter how off-kilter our lives seem, we subconsciously seek out love in some form or another in order to help us feel grounded and rooted. without love, our equilibrium is off.

but this much i know: it is deep, profound and compelling.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, rubie.

j.

[B. Boileau]

Sometimes the shortest pieces say the most. A blissful invasion indeed !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, B.

j.

[B]

I see a fine line here of weights
That levels to find its balancing point
The word that stands out for me here is "level"

Within all magnitudes of human emotions
We level and it always ends in love
No matter how rough journeys may get .......

I enjoyed this very much

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like your perception of the piece, Nisreen..

thank you for your insights...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I struggled here, reading it several times before the light went on, a bit of difficulty with rendering a solid opinion. I know it's good simply because I know you.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Al.

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Reminds me of the leaning Tower of Pisa...
correction to my spelling...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... this poem is very meaningful
to me... I am a survivor of eight years, but
something strange has occurred,
"life combusts before tuning". A short poem,
but power-packed. Reminds me of the
leaning Tower of Pizza... truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing how you relate, Pat.

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

That's Cool...