one less blue

one less blue

a funeral, not bagpipes

but one soft flute

a disconnected note

that was once part of the whole

a moody melody plays in the minds

of those attending the last studio session

the diary's last entry

the search ended for the lost chord

he has found his final rhythmic journey

into a cosmos where Timothy and others

wait for him to join the long distance voyage

and form a new band of souls

in a hard rockin' cloud of vinyl.

erin-cilberto

1/7/18

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

Each one of us have our own Valhalla. Very nice poetic tibute. Loved that last line, it's a gold medal. CD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you CD ---appreciate your kind words.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I have The Moody Blues greatest hits album on CD. I enjoyed the tribute. Your poetry is outstanding as ever.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Fabian...you are a kind and compassionate poet.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

The flute note captured my ear and heart..a life passed, changed, now an infinite note..”the last studio session” - amazing metaphor. The last two lines, a celebration of the sound of a life..stellar, poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Annette.
j.

[Mark Mendoza]

Hey Jacob. Been awhile . good to get back to a piece like this. I take this reading as a tribute to that which never dies . one less blue a passing to understanding of the eternal now. What a great thing to read of . Thank you for sharing .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like how you interpreted this piece, Mark.
appreciate your visit and your words,
read morei really like how you interpreted this piece, Mark.
appreciate your visit and your words,
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

Love they way you use the flute and discorded note. My guess this person was a composer who has passed on and the wording makes this an intriguing piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Poetic Beauty.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

j. funny how funerals make us remember more than anything else, isn't it? The loss sinks in slowly and we
reminisce about the times we had and mourn the times we'll no longer have. We can only talk amongst ourselves, and once the tears have passed, smile.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ted,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Brings to mind the song from way back when, "Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you gooooo?" Sounds like you have lost a friend, Jacob. I am sorry for your loss. We are at that age....and it is scary. We sit at a friend's funeral thinking, "who will be next?" Somber write. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
j.