out and in

out and in

echoes of all the you's

that once were part of an "us"

dim morning light

thoughts of moons removed

clouds, the memories outside my window

the dusty glass converges

with the pane in my mind

i quit looking out,

years ago,

there are enough mirrors inside.

erin-cilberto

12/13/15

Reviews

[Larq]

dim morning light
thoughts of moons removed
clouds, the memories outside my window

As if nature remembered the beauty experienced and empathized with the pain of loss.

I physically felt the piercing coldness of the last few lines. Your words are powerful, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind comment, larq.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

So much depth in your writes J this one is nearly 3D with the imagery. Profound! Sad! but top notch!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend, for your kind words,
j.

[Marcus Sergiu David]

I love every single poem you write. Just the way you paint emotion in our souls. Thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Marcus.

j.

[Gaurav]

It's a very mesmerizing piece of creativity sir. Thought-provoking yet nice. I will need to spend 5-10 years in writing to reach this stage and i really mean it. Sophistication and feelings are the backbone of beautiful poems. Thanks for sharing :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Gauraw

j.

[Dhaye]

All memories of the sad past is fading...No more "us", because "you" are being erased...and it is time to look at "myself".
Powerful piece about moving on.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dhaye

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

And to repeat an echo, all those you's are not the fairest ones of all.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Al...

j.

[jesserose99]

I love this...lots of depth...the 'pane' in my mind great double meaning. There are always enough mirrors inside aren't there. Beautiful words clearly spoken from within.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, jesserose.
j.

[CD Campbell]

Great stuff, Jacob. Moon, clouds, glass and mirrors. In and out. You put the emotional in such short form it's like a lightning strike. Albeit a lightning strike of sorrow. CD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, CD.

j.

[B]

I guess when you miss someone so much
you become an introvert

you dont really wanna see anything out your house anymore

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Nisreen...
j.

[DirectTangent]

Such craft...

Looking out a window in dim morning light -
the memories of early times that stir us at early times when, looking out a window, we see our own image - the change, the moving on, and yet not. The reminders outside only snapshots of what hangs in the gallery within. Do we even need to gaze through, to feel, the window pane, when the whole panorama is inside.

Thank you, once again, Jacob, for the irresistible need to pause and to consider.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Direct.

j.