standing taller

standing taller

 

 

 

white trees

the dark silt beneath---

 

cold front comes in

freezing rain of conscience 

 

that soil stays rich in moisture

may be tears,

may be just the white trees

shedding their icy image

and regaining their own color

 

a blend of many.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/14/17

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

white is absence of color which allows for perfect reflection, yet you have it blending. Standing taller or above the crowd has you standing out but trying to fit in at same time. Interesting, lot of contrasts here that highlight certain aspects personified. Seems little distant to me, but thought provoking nonetheless.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your thought process, April....appreciate your insights and glad to see YOU again.
j.

[aLittlePain]

Wow, powerful metaphor j, according to my interpretation anyway. Your opening lines took me there. Like trees when you dial it back we're all the same. R xo

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Rach.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

This is a "progressive" immigration-refugee metaphor--hinting at so-called "White Supremacy." Or maybe it's just about some freakin' trees.
I can never tell.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are spot on...and it is about all the trees needing to live together...and all the leaves on each tree...yes. no matter what kind or color...
thank you, Jimmy.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Great metaphor and personification. Nature mirrors the emotions we all feel. We all can "regain color", but it is an inside job. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, an inside job...thank you for your insights, Lydi...

j.

[barleygirl]

You're describing the naked sycamores clustered along my roaring creek. The contrast between the stark white bark & the newly-muddy surroundings is familiar. Trees stand taller becuz recent storms washed away some of their foundation . . .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad you could relate, barleygirl...

appreciate your words,
j.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Such powerful raw emotions in this piece.
I love how you mixed emotions with nature.


that soil stays rich in moisture
may be tears,
may be just the white trees
shedding their icy image
and regaining their own color

a blend of many.

[andrew mitchell]

I like the isolation of trees being bare succumbing to winter like our emotions.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and our emotions can chill so easily...a winter of hearts.
thank you,
j.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Colors are the imagination of the eye as white is the only true color, can it paint, can it color? Do Red and Blue really seem different to you? If wave lengths had no travel at all, what would we see? Its time, light and hopes that have manipulated our eyes, for nothing but shadows and glue are what we believe. "At least that's what they say." Colors are still vibring in the wind

[jacob erin-cilberto]

lots of valid questions...we are all manipulated in some way...thank you for your words,
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I hear footsteps out in your storm. They clap in excitement as colors pour forth.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Al...outside the window...the colors want in.

j.

[James]

A blend of many experiences, hardships and happiness. I enjoyed reading this, Jacob. really nice and lots to think about, as always.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, James.
j.