Poem

Poem

 

 

leaves spill from wooden cups

the ground acts as a coaster

early November grass sweats

with cold dew

 

your face appears in my coffee

sugar swirls from the spoon

as i try to stir my thoughts away from you

 

you were my October,

beautiful foliage holding my hand

squeezing my turning palms,

 

red with rage,

saucer cracking from angst

my fingers shake

as they reach for another moment

 

but know that December

has already cleaned up the memories

with that first snowfall's weary wave

the aroma of goodbye.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/3/17

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love this graceful dance thru the feelings of autumn! Your metaphors are vivid & easy to visualize with great details for all the senses. Love the way you weave in the months (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Margie.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"You were my October"- said and done. December came too soon and new snowfall "cleaned up the memories". Autumnsl, poignant, bittersweet, amazing....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Annette.
j.

[kitty]

Always a pleasure to write/read about the seasons. great fascination is there to inspire.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, kitty...
j.

[kitty]

Don't mention!

[Shy Joe]

Never hurts to add a little Irish to your coffee. A little bit of July. Melts the cut of the cold and de-ice's a thoughts path.

Although fireworks are illegal in Illinois, year round. So sip secretly. Enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for you words, they brought a smile this morning...appreciate them, Joe.
j.

[Ardra]

your face appears in my coffee
sugar swirls from the spoon
as i try to stir my thoughts away from you

very beautiful lines...
enjoyed reading your creation..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Galadriel..

j.

[Paul Bell]

Always love it when people say to you, time heals all.
When in fact it really just reminds you that time can actually stay still. Onward and upwards.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, and it seems to stand still long enough for those reminders we would rather not experience.
read moreyes, and it seems to stand still long enough for those reminders we would rather not experience.
thank you, Paul.
j.

[Zugzwang]

the images of autumn, of looking back in time, and of what seems like a picnic were a pleasure to read. The image of the hand as a turning leaf was especially interesting.
Isn't it funny how we relive the past when we look back on it, and old loves, fears, resentments, whatever come to life again in our mind's eye?
And you've put it it good use, Jacob, as evidenced in this wonderful poem.
z.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Z.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You weave the autumn scene with deeper thoughts about past love that haunts in such an amazingly descriptive way. Your metaphors simply seem to grow more and more elaborate and innovative.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the kind thoughts, John.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love it
Beautiful
Especially the last verses

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie....
j.

[Stella Armour]

aww, the coming of autumn has made you melancholic Jacob and the promise of winter's chill is cold :(

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Stella----
just a poem, though...actually October is my favorite month--i love it. Also think poets thrive on autumn and then November for writing...

i appreciate you, and your visits.
j.

[Stella Armour]

i do certainly...i love autumn most of all ♫