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.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I lean my guitar in the corner of my bedroom...because I play when I wake or go to sleep...my guitar has a personality to me...definitely feminine...I call her Blondie...we've been together through many trials and deaths of friends...relationships...love affairs...she was lost from the back of a pickup truck once for about a week...fell onto the highway...I searched and posted a reward...another musician found her and returned her..would not take a dime...she's never been in a truck bed since.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing that story...i am glad you were reunited with her.

my friend used to play when i visited her---she played and sang beautifully.

j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I was at my second cousin's tonight...I saw a bass guitar in the corner...I had to ask...she said it's mine...I never knew she played. Strange how our love affairs with music can be so secret and intimate...I mean, I've known her all my life. I knew her mother played piano...her father was a minister...my whole life revolves around music and I think everything reminds me of a song...either one I've heard or one I've yet to write. The aborigine believe the whole world is connected by "songlines"...points upon the earth, in heaven and in the sea that connect...and by singing the proper song we can find our way to anywhere.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think it is connected by song....yes.....i like this philosophy...

[B. Boileau]

I picture this as something Sam Andrew would've have done after Janis Joplin left us. I beautiful piece. I harks of one's longing memory
I toast to your master piece.
bill

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, bill..
j.

[Larq]

and i smile to the darkness
knowing the music in your spirit
is smiling back.

Like watching a movie. Your words are so vivid, I can hover above this scene and feel the sweet sadness filling the space. Musty, dark and dripping with memories. The wine...soothing medicine for an aching heart.

Winter break over.. back to teaching Monday. I've really missed WC. Maybe I will treat myself more often than just breaks. Good for the soul. Always enjoy your writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, larq....
which level do you teach? and what? if you told me before, please remind me.
we still have till the 13th to go back...but i am getting antsy...i miss it. too much break.

j.

[Larq]

I teach elementary ESOL. (English Speakers of Other Languages) I've taught various elementary grade levels and the last seven years in this position. 23 years in all...my, how time flies! I love the kids-but I really love having time to be in my little magical world! :) Enjoy your last few days..and best wishes as you start 2nd Semester! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

for me it is community college and about the same number of years...over 23 or so...i just love it.

you sound like you would be a really good teacher.

j.

[Larq]

And you as well! Your passion is evident. :)

[Carolynn]

So very sad and sweet - so hard to lose those we love - some can cope with the loss while others struggle, some of the mysteries of life! Really nicely written!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Cahar.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

A reflective piece J well written as per the norm. How a wine, a drink can stimulate a memory only to have you dwell on that memory way after the wine bottles are empty. Lovely work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend.

j.

[jesserose99]

well doesn't this just move like the wind. I love your words because they just do Jacob! And I now...find my lips stained from the bottle of red I just opened to toast to a love of days gone by darnit, and the glass of wine I just had doesn't hurt either!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, jesserose,
j.