endings

endings

november

bare sticks, undressed toothpicks

what's left of the foliage of summer

and then its fall,

and we are cold, 

thermostats turned off

like the hearts

we aren't able to regulate

they find their own way to temperature

trees accept their fate

i want to fight against mine

don't want to be a curled, brown leaf

of designation

to a foreign land of heaven or hell

or some raging star

or the hades of youth, again

to find refuge among the steerage of old memories

november

is a frigid find

and the treasure maps exclude

the "X marks the spot"

when it comes to this kind of heartache

we strap ourselves to the chair

and electrocute the discrepancies of what we lost

a bad time for tears

they don't mesh with the wattage

november 

is cold and bare

but the burning flesh of poems

written as a last meal of release

starts the month sweating

in its tracks

and trees with it.

erin-cilberto

11/3/17

Reviews

[drew garner]

I do love your work my friend. your not afraid to speak the truth.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, drew.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

"the burning flesh of poems"...there are times I read through old poems of mine and remember. They were written in what seems like another lifetime...by another heart and hand. Can we ever really "electrocute the discrepancies of what we lost"? I think they stay with us always....and the sparks still sting. Wonderful metaphor. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lydi.
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I just jumped up on my chair and Im clapping and crying and whole place is staring back at me like lm a mad woman on the loose...but its okay! Its worth it! a gazillion stars, kudos,points, whatever it is...you deserve it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[samiha zubair]

A beautiful read. After long time I am reading your poetry but your style still mesmerized me

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, samiha.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Autumn...coming down to the witch of November, whose icy fingers draw us ever nearer to the final run. Brilliant, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ted.
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

The metaphors capture the pure realism of endings.
Weighty verse as the thick of winter bears down on heart & soul.
Here we are again a flicker of transformation and the coming newness of life.
Wondrous Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Al.
j.

[Ayushi Jha]

I love the analogy used in this poem. Beautiful!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ayushi...
j.

[BBP]

Had a very fresh and eerie quality about it. Really enjoyed this one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, BBP...

j.

[Eggplant]

wow. This poem is really inspiring. It is very well developed, and it makes you think. Maybe for a poem you could write about beginnings. Just a suggestion!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the latter has already been part of the thought process...we'll see what comes, if anything...
thank you for the words, Lily.
j.

[.]

The hades of youth.....love that.

It seems you have no love for November and the coming colder seasons, Jacob. For we do tend to lapse into our hibernating streams of thoughts and emotions when the warmth begins to fade.

All is not lost as you have written. With the heat of our poems and the enduring rage to "not go gentle..." we can survive the bleak months ahead and be reborn come the Spring.

Wonderful writing as always, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting, what you say...i appreciate your words, Doodley...

actually November is one of my favorite months, much of that is because I usually write a lot during it...and i prefer cold weather over warm...

j.

[.]

I can relate. Sometimes in the heat it gets just too hot to even think. And there is something purely poetic about snuggling up to a pen in the cold and writing away.