the old bells of the carriage

the old bells of the carriage

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the old bells of the carriage

 

 

catch the dawn

in early hands

ring fingers knuckle down

grasp the dew

in unexpected key

 

poems rise.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/15/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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A lovely old-fashioned image which, I have no doubt, spawned many a dawn-inspired poem.
Classic poets come to mind.


Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind comment, Jimmy,
j.
Taking hold of the poet's inspiration is like catching rainfall with your fingers. Lovely poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

Your line in this review is better than the poem...thank you, Momz.
j.
MomzillaNC

4 Years Ago

Your poem is that line in my review, Jacob. 😎
Like Poe's Bells ringing out in an uncertain key ... one that may be strident or one sublime ... those early hands catch the dew ... thoughts arise are grasped and settle on the page.

Reminds me of a couple of old horsemen from my hometown who would harness their trotters to the sulky and take them to the fairgrounds for exercise ... there were always traces and reins jingling as
they left the stables.

A great write in its brevity j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your colorful review Ted...I imagined those old trotters.
j.
This is how it feels when a poem "just happens"! I love how you show the physicality of it, yes, we are technically doing the writing, but the poem comes from some other unidentified place (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

that's how it feels to me, Margie..for sure.
j.
This poem inspires me...maybe some positive spin in the horrible reality. We need to grasp firmly and do what we need to do. We need to keep writing and thinking and imaging new and better futures. It is the only way to survive

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Adorno.
j.
Jacob, you amaze me with your consistency. I go through long spells with nothing, then long spells of cheap run-of-the-mill junk, but you consistently pour out poems that make me think. I like the "grasp the dew in unexpected key" I picture a surprise moment of inspiration in this. l like it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind words, James,
j.
I can picture those hands cupping the sunshine that fills us with inspiration.
Heck of a visual.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you so much, Ana,
j.
Right or wrong i read this as being the awareness of something new, a thought, a question.. something to both examine and learn by. The excitement of suddenly seeing a rosebud about to open, a baby's almost but not quite first step, a gasp as someone suddenly retrieves consciousness.. in those and a billion other firsts, we find another special 'key' to whatever.. .. Perhaps.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

oh this is fantastic...love where you took this, em.
thank you
j.
emmajoy

4 Years Ago

Your words inevitably stop my talking and stir my thinking - many would thank you for that, j. :)
I love the sound of old bells on a Carriage...
we have a horse drawn carriage here in Fredericksburg, Virginia... where one can ride in the front seat with the driver... and two in the back seat. Love the sound of the “clopping”
of the horses and the music of the Bells on their Harness. Very poetic inspiration... indeed. Gently, Pat

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for painting that picture for me, Pat.
love it.
j.
i expected the hands to hold the reins of the carriage ..jingle the bells on the harness as we go dashing down the lane ;)))))) but you really struck an unexpected "key" .. old hands and knuckle down .. yes .. the carriage may be old and worn .. and how wondrous still ... your "poems rise" .. the sentiment is mwahvelous sir .. simply mwahvelous! .. there is richness and the muse will have its way as long as we listen and obey ... matters not the years ..peace and love brother!

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

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

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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