melodies in the dust

melodies in the dust

the composer decomposes

wretched scent of unfinished symphonies

the notes rotting in his mind before reaching accord

with his intentions

finicky follies of shaky strings

woodwinds with bark of brevity

and gusts of 

irrelevant synapses in suffrage

there are no melodies on which to vote

septic copyrights,

solos sent packing in midnight reverie

bones reveal brazen scars

in sickly tone

the music plays on without him

as he is buried in his orchestra's pit

his skeletal fingers still going through the motion

of writing movements in the time

he thought he had left.

erin-cilberto

12/3/18

Reviews

[Island Hippy]

Aloha jacob, so thoughtful and sad. Your words made me think of all the words I’ve tried to write recently - written into the wind and never quite right, but the process had been a necessity.
Always a learning moment to read your work. Lots to admire. Many mahalo my friend. Izzy x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you much for your kind words, Izzy,

j.

[Kent Rawski]

Clearly a. creative process cleverly crafted with worded thoughts in motion poetry thank you for this excellent work

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kent,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Writing is needed for the some of us.
"the music plays on without him
as he is buried in his orchestra's pit
his skeletal fingers still going through the motion"
I liked the description above. Thank you Jacob for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... it is comforting to know ... the woodwinds will play peacefully as the orchestra flows like a stream of unfinished songs. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Pat.
j.

[icelandicblue]

Time, we always think we have more than we do. I enjoyed the alliterative cadence in your poem, as well as the imagery.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Anne.
it is so good to see you here again.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

This is a hauntingly beautiful and sad composition j. Such stellar and pathos-filled metaphors and lines. How fragile, how skeletal we really are. Playing, writing into the wind. You have captured this fragility perfectly and left us listening to lingering notes that were left unwritten. Master Class work written as only you can.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Annette.
j.

[Ken Simm.]

So many parts of this I like. "Septic copyrights" for instance but the whole is just incredible Jacob. wish I had written it. The music that is left echoing. Just inceredible.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are so kind, Ken...thank you for your words.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

damn jacob!!! must be the dreary grey days of winter lending cabin fever to all ;) dark, macabre music from the crypt ;) especially like your powerful, poignant closing couplet :) such a tragedy when the maestro goes to the grave :(((((((((
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, E.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Your lines have a feel of don't put off until tomorrow what you could be doing today. A feel of time passing by and none of us in control of how long we have left. Made me think of all my unfinished poems Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hope you find time and the leaning to finish them, Chris...i so like your work.
thank you.
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I can hear all those cricks and creaks and flutters...what a magical moment in the making:) Finding beauty in what he thought he had left...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Crippled Queen,
j.