twisted forecast

twisted forecast

 

 

ambivalent skies

blue to gray heart

inevitable storms invade

future memories

 

rain is sometimes soft

just touches the petals gently

 

other times we are swept away

violently absorbing the pelting winds of change

 

sun for some is rare

we reach towards it

with longing

 

but days of smiles seem shorter

than 24 hours,

 

while the aftermath of storms

feels like years.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/19/18

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

( THIS poem was posted some time ago. Seems I have been sent back in time to days when rain and sun came within seasons sometimes specific! )

'rain is sometimes soft
just touches the petals gently'

.. some would be blind to that comment but, you, sir, know more than the average bear.

Seems that the gray, cold drown of days is deeper and darker; locks that time like a withering sickness. Whereas akin to good children coming out of school; they are less likely to be seen and heard than the noisy mess of the badly behaved shouting, shoving yobbos. Smiles are the hoped-for streaks of light that come and go with neither nudge nor word. Whereas, the snarling batter of dark weather drowns the mind and sends it into space where it stays for far, far too long. Perhaps?.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, em.
You are always encouraging this old poet.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

your 'old' is younger than some of the young ones, jacob!

[Miss Sharon]

(but days of smiles seem shorter than 24 hours, while the aftermath of storms feels like years.) So very true Jacob....especially now. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Geez, Sharon...so sorry I missed this comment before.
Thank you,
j.

[steppenwolf]

Enviable pairing up of weather and poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Leslie.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... “the aftermath of storms
feels like years”. Yes, indeed, it takes a lot of adjusting to accepting. A spiritual connection is in our heart... and eventually we find that it helps us survive... like a poem we keep in our pocket or a locket of courage. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful and kind words, Pat.
j.

[Austinthepoet2000]

I love the last line. It really brings it all into view.Thank you for sharing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Austin.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Hard storms take many years to heal. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[nybusiness4]

Nice poem and usage of words

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you.
j.

[Onlyme]

Beautifully metaphoric poem how fitting and delightful to ponder on a enjoy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dee!

j.

[Jennesis]

Always love your metaphors Jacob. Life sure does happen that way. Sunny times seem so short and the clean up after the storms really do feel like forever.
And the invading future memories...that is sticking with me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jen.
j.

[KCthelastboyscout]

These are sublime metaphors using the elements of nature to tell your story.As in most cases in my life, the bad moments last all day and there is never enough time in the day to appreciate the good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, KC.
j.