Wrapping

Wrapping

 

 

29 blighted candles

the cake lit with an assembled

multitude of years---

enthusiastic strands reaching from generation

to generation ---blondish shades of straight talk

color

 

she imparts wisdom and experience

to young and old retainers

information knows no real age--

 

and candles eventually melt

into streaming wax---

a puddle of encounters with life--

yet blow out the ideas of mainstream

for renaissance of new ones (a gift outside the box

craving intellectual fingers to open)

 

and then she searches for another pack

of matches.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/14/16

Reviews

[Papaya]

The end really struck me and I wonder if this is connected to your other poem about the new run? Reaching for the candles to relight the flame that burned out. Like she's not ready to go, so she'll give it another go.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like that idea, Ana...

thank you for your words...insights...

j.

[Papaya]

You're welcome Jacob!

[W.k.kortas]

I'm especially fond of the interplay between the notion of the weariness of "blighted candles" and the carrying-on carrying on of the final stanza. Fine and finely-wrought stuff.

[Lydia Shutter]

Hmmm....only 29 candles? I don't think you are referring to someone who is 29 years old here. Perhaps a person retiring after 29 years of teaching? "Information knows no real age".....indeed. To be an instructor for that long, one touches so many lives. We all remember certain teachers because they taught us invaluable life lessons. Thinking outside the box is not always smiled upon in academia. Those who do, though, make a difference. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like your take, Lydi...

thank you...
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Very good, j. I like the candles to depict the passing years and how the young espouse what they think they know but as we age 'a puddle of encounters with life' changes our thinking. There are so many candles now I need an extinguisher to blow them out. Good write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ted.

j.

[J. K. Beach]

I may be wrong, but this seems a tribute to a colleague and a bittersweet one at that... love the "blondish shades of straight talk color" ... it paints a perfect picture. The whole is touching me now in a way that I did not feel after the first read, but then your words always invite more than a single glance. Well done Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i appreciate your words, J.K.
j

[Debbie_Philly]

Very lovely write ..it's great to read you again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Debbie...

i miss WC when i am gone...sometimes just need a breath---gets hard to keep up with reciprocating...with school and all.

but thanks...

[Debbie_Philly]

I understand...I've been away for a while myself 😉 family things and some writers block