untended inflections

untended inflections

 

 

violins play sad semantics

on taut heart strings

wooden feelings misjudge

cryptic notes

i think of you in the song

your fingers moving across my skin

as if to play certain chords of understanding

 

yet i am lost

as i listen to the vacuous echoes

the brazen bow touching vainly

the perpetrator of sound

chills my insides

as if it were rubbing against 

grammatical bone.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/17/18

Reviews

[angel]

A lovely image: hands running along a beloved body,eliciting responses like music from a well-played instrument.
I like it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, angel.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, the memories. Each song brings them back..along with the heartbreaks and romance. Sometimes those songs are downright cruel...playing with our emotions. Thinking, "Killing me Softly". Wonderful work! Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Lydi.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

quote cryptic notes i think of you in the song unquote
how beautifully written this is and the whole poem
i love it
you are so wonderful a writer jacob my what a talent you have
hope you are well

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Julie.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

so good sir! your poem takes me on the ride ..absolutely love the metaphor ...a young electric violin player is moving towards the final on American Idol ...he is absolutely phenomenal .. angel hair strings on his bow are always breaking and flying as he plays ... your wooden feelings, cryptic notes, vacuous, brazen, vainly, and just killer grammatical bone all strong and woven in a smooth flow of pain in memory lane :(((( great read for me!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, E.

j.

[Ahnjolie McKenna]

Beautifully written by the heart of one who has loved and lost...and discovering that all others fall far short of her. You are with another woman, but your mind and memories are of 'her'. But she is gone, and you are lost, in the arms of another...who attempts, unsuccessfully, to please you. Her attentions toward you become maddening...a grating reminder of what you no longer have.
Be confident, believe in yourself, and know that you are worthy of the love you wish for...and simply bypass the distractions. For therein lies the madness. Every word is perfectly placed to elicit the proper response of the reader. I am impressed... :)
Soft smiles for you...
Ahnjolie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Onlyme]

Loving someone yet feeling so distant from the one you love. Touching, true and heartfelt real.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dawn.
j.

[Onlyme]

Your very welcome Jacob. :)

[redzone]

do we ever get it right Jacob??? your poem reminds me of how many times what we thought we wanted wasn't what we got and or how we were touched by someone, but didn't realize the gift until it was too late or how we gave but it was not meant to be.... hard not to be 'wooden' when this happens...

I know I have said this before Jacob, but your poetry always takes me on emotional rides, which of course is what poetry should do... make you feel!!!!! and you are one pf the best Jacob...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind with your words, Curt.
thank you...
j.

[KWP]

I see a sad ending here - as if - her intentions were never on the same page - creating confusion and grief - like a final verse playing out as the song is played the reliving of the tumbling notes becomes all too at the forefront again ...

gotta get listening to some upbeat jazz X

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing these thoughts, KWP...

i always appreciate your visits muchly.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Don't really know what to make of this,
I guess all the instruments and instrumentation in the world are no match for the soft caress of a lover's fingers.
I guess.
In any event, the poem radiates quality.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jimmy.
j.

[Melissa]

I like how this poem focuses on a violin so melodiously. I can hear the violin as I read it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Melissa...
j.