the North Star

the North Star

 

 

Dylan's blue

old Italian poets drowning in Venice waters

funneled words in Gondolas

 

singing songs of morning,

young lovers kissing under a bridge of sighs

ancient teenagers

learning more than kindly old men dare to tell

 

goodbye is always saturated 

by rivers on cheeks of intense struggle

 

i grew up once and you were standing by

now i am an old wise man

nearing the nativity of what once was my naivety

 

and i see you in the straw mirrors

behind me reflected like a giant

your strong hand guiding me

 

as i swim in grave waters

hoping the end is as calm

 

as you were 

when the clouds interrupted

sky.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/1/17

Reviews

[duff]

I lived in Italy and have been to Venice many times and your words took me back to a time of innocence. Everything in slow motion. Smiles and laughter. Cobblestone and romance. Beautifully done Jacob. I would single out a line but I can't. Thank you for taking me back to times I shall never forget.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad you could take a ride with one, appreciate your kind words, duff.
j.

[duff]

Absolutely Jacob. My pleasure.

[Lydia Shutter]

So many images here....the wise gondoliers seeing it all, but never revealing what they see. Youth and its naivety is still a part of us even when the calendar pages have turned. We want to be strong...like perhaps a parent was for us when we were young. Can we be? I think we are as strong as the situations we are handed. All your poetry leaves so much to the reader's interpretation and I think that is what makes it so easy to read. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful review, Lydi.
j.

[Tom]

Those canoodling young lovers bring back a time when love was innocent, naive and bereft of heartache!

Beautifully penned Jacob with a soul searching, yearning pen!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Tom.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Like the notion of funneling "words in Gondolas."
And I figure myself for one of those "ancient teenagers"--what I virtually am, right now.
God, man, heavenly body or guiding principle, we all have our "North Star."
As for the rest, mighty pretty phrases.
You do good work, Jacob, and a lot of it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Jimmy


j.

[Bacchus]

this should be from the Wings of a Dove-
or was that your last one?
reminds me of Henry James' Milly.
Venice instead of London.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Bacchus...

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

i agree with Annette ... very emotive ..enjoyed the Venice gondola romance .."bridge of sighs" ..brilliant .. savored every bite of this meloncholy Milky Way bar.... ;)
E.
ps its the guidance that particularly hooks me ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, E.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

'when the clouds interrupted sky' ended this Jacob piece in style for me as you craft words into emotions and emotions into words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, John.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Jacob this is a magnificent tribute to your constant "North Star" who you've navigated by in your life. Breath-taking wordage and metaphor use-"goodbye is always saturated by rivers on cheeks of intense struggle" "When the clouds interrupted the sky"-every line rich with amazing imagery. September of your years, I think not yet my friend. Hapoy for us, you have many 'miles to go before you sleep'...Kudos to the Master!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind, Annette...

thank you.

j.