a ladybug's hard landing

a ladybug's hard landing

 

 

fireflies altercate

musty odor of sweating bulls

she is the matador,

waving the red scarf,

and rose colored tattoo

into the wind of chance

 

but lights dim to her eyes

and she finds nothing of beauty

away she crawls like a mud worm shunning the moon

 

left alone, she cries

and her heart flashes asleep

 

the clowns creep in the darkness

trying to create smiles

but all the while, she is tying the scarf

in knots,

like the ones in her throat

 

as the men begin to pass by her

unnoticed

flying in opposite directions

than her intentions.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/9/17

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

The depth and wisdom in this piece are captivating Jacob. I love your style! ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sharon.

j.

[Miss Sharon]

You are most welcome my friend! ~SP

[Alfred Kukitz]

Here comes charm! This sad story, beautifully rendered, just oozes with the charm of an old Nitty Gritty Dirt Band song.

I love these poems! Great title!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Al.

j.

[V]

A very vivid and picturesque poem. The scenery is art movie-like, easy to imagine and to become entangled in your clear descriptions. There are a lot of different images for my mind to handle but in a good way. One strong image follows the other, a lot to process, to choose from.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Vanessa.

j.

[V]

Anytime.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow!! I adore the song, "Bring in the clowns"
which is my first reaction to your poem. It is sad that aging
would be like a worm avoiding the moon. We can be young
again through poetry, so I avoid dark poetry. But the new
arthritis in my shoulders and hands and knee cannot
be ignored. Jacob, when I read your poetry, I am swept
away by the depth of emotions. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like that song too...Judy Collins is a definite favorite of mine....saw her back in the early 80's at SIU...terrific concert.
thank you for such kind reviews, Pat...you are so encouraging to me....

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome Jacob...
Have a wonderful Father's Day... hugs, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

I read this as a lady of beauty but her beauty is waning, she is lonely and time is running out. The men see the desperation and flee. A superb write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review...andrew.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Do we intentionally attract the wrong people in life? Are our actions the fault of it all? Perhaps the knots in the scarf are roadblocks to happiness. I think some people are more attractive to the opposite sex when they are younger and those are the ones who develop great self esteem. The wallflowers at high school dances are often late bloomers, but they don't realize it themselves. Your poetry continues to make me think...and that is a good thing. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and your responses are always so full of keen insight, my friend...thank you.

j.

[Carolynn]

This made me think of a friend of mine who seems to attract the wrong men in her life (again and again) - it almost seems intentional though - your words create interesting images for me in this one - I quite like lady bugs and have seen a few of them experience hard landings so the title is very fitting :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your reflections on this piece, Carolynn---yes, some of us seem to attract the wrong people...i wonder if it could be on purpose.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

For me, I am reminded of a woman, once beautiful, now trying too hard, and it seems sad, as she is looking for love in the wrong way, and not realizing that is not how to go about it anymore.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as always, your insights teach me things about my poetry...i discover meanings in my own work because of you...
thanks...

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

I try never to look at others' reviews and find my own meaning.:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

me too, KL...me too.

[Chris]

They sold the downtown GrandRiver Cafe I used to pause at - it's now to be an ethnic eatery (of sorts or sortless). Life moves on and so do we. Seems we all have our "visions" of what we believe and how we believe them. I "saw" a 20-something getting her world ROCKED as she realized she wasn't the center of everyone else's universe ...anymore.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah, your insight, and the parallel lines you show me in your review...

visions of life, in the past---which always happens too fast.

thank you, Chris.

j.

[Papaya]

Gorgeous poem, the opening stanza in particular.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend.

j.