the water rises and falls

the water rises and falls

 

 

irrigation evolves

spontaneously

when the ducts spend

themselves in arduous splendor

 

rivers of raw feelings

expunge the grief

to an extent

and shores become anonymous

 

when we dry out,

there is a disdainful drought

 

but eventually,

a new moon rises

and clarity

lets us drift again

 

with reckless abandon.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/19/18

Reviews

[kitty]

In the UK in a time of drought we appreciate and value water - the lack of it and the floods that sometimes follow...as with human relationships that can have 'ups and downs' Profound piece. Kind of you to share its value.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, kitty,
j.

[kitty]

Don't mention!

[barleygirl]

There’s nothing I love more than the cycles of life, with water cycles high on my list, since we don’t get much rain here anymore. This reminds me of growing up beside a 15-mile-long reservoir that was a huge rainfall gauge, looking out my window. My moods were connected to how much abundance my lake was feeling (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing that, Margie.
appreciate your comments so much.
j.

[jesserose99]

This reminds me a little bit of the tarot card death. Beautiful. It's a process death and rebirth, that we all know and connect to. So well put here, I love the optimism of reckless abandon, lovely way to finish.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, jesse,
j.

[Jennesis]

So I haven’t been on in a while, but sitting with your writing today, all the water and weather metaphors are touching me. Go with reckless abandon my friend! The flow, it comes and goes. The shore will appear again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the shore will appear again...and thank you for your visit and words, Jen.

j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your title and poem mean so much to me j. Yes, “the water rises and falls” and the eyes shed tears as the emotional levys flood over now and again in a lifetime. Profoundly resonant metaphor and brilliant writing. Succinct, eloquent, alliterative lines flow rhythmically. We are filled with joy in the last verse and line. We dry our tears while hope, rising like the”new moon, keeps us buoyantly alive. Kudos.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, and feeling close to this one, Annette.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Somewhere there is a salmon jumping in a cold clear river; following his heart upstream to spawn before he dies. The things we do for love. :) I enjoyed the read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the salmon analogy...thank you for your insights, Fabian.
you are a Gem of a Poet and person.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

After the tears, after the grief, or at least when it softens, we have to get on with life. There is no other way. Wise words Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we have to...thank you, Chris...appreciate your visits and comments very much.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

As I do yours Jacob.

[LKBillips]

"and shores become anonymous" love this phrase. The push and pull of everything. A balance that comes over time. Really nice work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, LK,

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"but eventually,
a new moon rises
and clarity
lets us drift again"
The above lines. Real life wisdom. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Norman 223]

A more erudite interpretation of the oldJerome Kern song "Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. Start all over again"..
Loved the portent of uninhibited recovery that you suggest in your last line, Jacob:-))

N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Norman.
j.