apparently an apparition

apparently an apparition

rhapsody in seance fashion

the planchette moves slightly

you respond "no"

and my fingers touch the wine glass

before it shatters letters into the air

poetry is a conjuring

of spirit

of heart,

of words spelled in grotesque sequence

wine glasses can be replaced,

but when hearts are consumed

the wine never tastes the same

and the blue hue of the rhapsody

remains an unfulfilled ghost

of past acquaintance.

erin-cilberto

5/19/17

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a delightful scramble of word play! I very much relate to the way our ghosts can bust up a perfectly good glass of wine! The title is an awesome slice of the pie you often serve with the word sounds counting as much as their meanings! *smile* (((HUGS)))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, barleygirl.
j.

[Ruth]

Oh good lord...Jacob, this has to be one of my all time favs from you...speechless! Wow...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, the Ouiji board.....I remember using one when I was in high school and then in college too. Great metaphor here. Wine can be poured from the ewer, but a heard can never overcome a loss...not totally. I liked this, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they always worked pretty well for me, too...thank you for your insights, Lydi.
j.

[Cory Barrett]

Petals on a wet, black bough.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cory.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Poetry is a conjuring of spirit, of heart, of words spelled in grotesque sequence.."- harkens to Macbeth's Three Witches' "Bubble, bubble,toil and trouble" and is a profoundly moving and haunting line. Imagery and wordage slays-"the blue hue of the rhapsody remains an unfulfilled ghost of past acquaintance"- sadly the planchette, and the mystery woman, said no....Excellent work my friend, as always!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Annette.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

The spirits will fool you, drunken your mind--make you think you're headed for answers, not profound confusion.
No matter how much we wish it were not so, lost love (or lost love opportunities) almost always remains lost; ain't no otherworldly tricks gonna make it otherwise.
But, of course, you've said all this, and more, with words most elegant.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, and your insights, Jimmy...yes, tricks just won't do it.

read morethank you for your kind words, and your insights, Jimmy...yes, tricks just won't do it.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

time makes an apparition of all memories only to become later the foundations for writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew, yes, that is true!
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"wine glasses can be replaced,
but when hearts are consumed
the wine never tastes the same"

I'm racking up a long line of favorites. Cheers to another!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kelly...
j.

[Workvio]

Wow, sometimes treasured memories can easily transform themselves into nightmares that leave us saddened in Ground-Hog-Day-like re-visitations of those far better times when that special love was not yet lost to sands of time that never erode the best of those memories away, but instead embed them deeper and deeper into our hearts with each passing day ... Beautifully done ... I am sorry to say that your sadness and regret bleeds through each and every word of every line of this poem that speaks to me as something I have, personally, experienced ...

Marv

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for relating, and your kind words, Marv.
j.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I love poems about writing poetry. Ever masterful this piece reflects the, sometimes, fickle nature of the muse.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Valormore..
j.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Welcome, my friend.