the inevitable chill

the inevitable chill 

 

 

November incentive

cold, damp resolve

the twitching of an empty branch

once covered with dense foliage

of memories

the summer love that couldn't withstand

frost silences

 

I want October back,

we had a chance then,

there still could have been beauty in us

 

but life is a quickly changing season

and regrets that already fell from the tree

cannot be reconnected,

no matter how many bonfires

we set to stave off the snows

to come.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/11/18

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Sometimes a relationship is a runaway train and nothing can stop it from crashing and burning. If only we could turn back the calendar pages....but t'is not possible. Good one, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you again for your words, Lydi.
j.

[A hare off]

I really enjoyed this. Especially the reference to October and still having a chance. This was really good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words,
j.

[CD Campbell]

My God, I feel like time tries to stomp us to dust in the great moments and the regretful moments. Its the moments of melancholy that stretch on forever. Seems there is nothing we can do to stop that inevitable chill you so eloquently write about. Excellent poetic insight as always, J. Try to have a good day.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, CD.
j.

[Giulia King]

This is absolutely beautiful. I loved reading every single word.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Giulia,

j.

[Paul Bell]

The cold chill turning to frost.
Turn the thermostat up to thaw the situation.
But her frosty reaction is solid ice now.
No thawing fire will change that now.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your poetic response...thank you, Paul.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

brilliant once again my friend ..so easy to follow and relate to ..love the seasons ... dread the cold ;) this is a keeper in my books
E.
ps. i live in the forest and 1/2 the leaves have fallen .. the first year i was here i thought i would stay on top of things and used my blower to move them into piles to burn ..unfortunately those leaves kept falling .. and the winds rearranged my piles before i could put the match to them ... now i simply let go .. they fall .. and my memories swirl and twirl to a larger drum beat than mine ;)))))) Happy Thanksgiving my friend!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, E. for sharing....I, too, live in the woods...Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.
j.

[Cassie]

I have missed your writing my dear friend, I always enjoy reading you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cassie...good to see you again.
j.

[Neville]

My least favourite month without any doubt.. and for many reasons.. tis a cold chill indeed that strikes a nerve within these words jacob.. I leave them with regret, to be found by others to enjoy as much as I do... easily worth the 100 points my friend... N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Neville,
j.

[Neville]

it is always a pleasure to visit and to read you jacob... N

[John the Baptist]

What's lost is, unfortunately, lost. The poem uses the advancing autumn to show the now unbridgeable gap that separates the speaker from a love that can't be redeemed. In October there was still enough warmth for the thing to be viable, but November's chill has rendered it permanently past. Nice use of seasonal imagery to tell a sad tale.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, John.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Radiates futility and, yet, still manages to portray haunting beauty.
Our yearning for what might have been is, almost always, indication that we've chosen to forget why it could never be.
As always, top-level work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy.
j.