your guitar leaning in the corner of my mind

your guitar leaning in the corner of my mind

 

 

 

the wine is spilled

like cherry colored milk

the tears at the bottom of the bottle

one last gulp, played in sordid chord

 

now i am drunk on your memory

i can still feel the fire in your eyes

the one that consumed you one night

that last cigarette you lit

before your life passed out

in a charred ruin

 

and i open another shade

of Red, and sip a glance at your photo

recalling

for countless hours,

and through another empty bottle of dreams

you never had a chance to consume,

 

now we drink a toast to friendship,

your imaginary glass touches mine

just like your lips used to brush my cheek

 

and i smile to the darkness

knowing the music in your spirit

is smiling back.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/1/16

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

The title called me quickly to something so familiar. A Sort of haunting.
When my guitar is out of it's case and leaned in a corner. I can feel it almost talking and begging to commune with me.I can't look at it without feeling it's wanting and craving to be held and make music together.

I was sort of disappointed while reading your text thinking:"but how could she not want to be played with melodious love?"
Then .. to my wonderful finding at last..... with time she too is smiling on what memory of what once was played so melodiously. HappY Happy Ending and no disappointing allusions.
I hope someday my guitar smiles back at me. But not till I'm dead or it'll scare me to death too early :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very interesting interpretation of this..i thank you for that...

j.

[Jon Roggie]

Soulful words, my friend. Moving.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jon.

j.

[Rita L. Sev]

Beloved ghosts are reading this over my shoulder, Jacob, nodding their approval...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Rita.

j.

[Connie]

Wow, another great expression. Loved it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Connie.

j.

[Mr MD Davison]

A lovely poem that evokes a strong emotion. Well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Mr. MD...

j.

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They never leave us, Jacob, they leave the world. All the gifts they've given, we get to keep...and someday, we will see them again...
This was deeply touching, ddear poet

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and she will still be playing her guitar and singing...thank you, lynn.

j.

[Elwyn]

Ripped my heart out. How sad it is to lose a friend, how bittersweet to remember them so fondly. Wonderful imagery, I especially liked "like cherry colored milk"... compared the grown-up wine to a more innocent and infantile milk. I saw something more significant in it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Elwyn...

j.

[Leslie Philibert]

Fine poem, evocative, atmospheric, almost cinematic in its effect. Jacob understands superbly how poetry must have substance in the sense of observation, or to put it the way I see it, I don`t want to read couplets about broken hearts, I want to see things and stories that tell me that ! Great job.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Leslie,

j.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Rock-tinged tale of sad sorrow
wishing the spirit well
while remembrance hurts
and no red wine could ever ease that pain...
great one sir

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, poetry-kiddo,

j.

[redzone]

"while my guitar gently weeps", George Harrison's song came to mind as did the reggae hit "red, red wine" (UB40 version) as I read your poem Jacob... your poem struck a "chord" as I remembered my ex, wine and cigarettes, though there has never been a "music spirit smiling back", she and her enabling boyfriend are drinking and smoking happily these days... though it seems your memories while sad, also hold smiles Jacob, I don't think we ever lose these..

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Curt.

j.



j.

[iamshadowine]

its a really good one! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you,
j.