Threatening

Threatening 

 

 

when the storm excites

benevolence is an archaic blues

wind damage scars our aliveness

but leaves us breathing 

in raspy, grateful wisps of magic

 

hunker down,

life is coming.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/26/2020

Reviews

[BLACKCRUSH]

" Wind damage scars our aliveness.' Brilliant .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, BLACKCRUSH---
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Life breathes in harmony with Rain drops and Crepe Myrtle blossoms softly falling upon a Summer day where the sun silently smiles in secret moments of lavender laughter... and my heart is on a mission of magical dreams .,. and schemes... tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

"raspy, grateful wisps of magic"....the passion in that line is stunning! Storms are always exciting, but the aftermath not so much. Rebuilding is never easy...figuratively or literally. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, never easy...thank you, my friend.
j.

[Inessa]

I keep expecting an Earthquake to strike somewhere next, it's been that kind of year. I always marvel at the timing of this pandemic; exactly 100 years from the Spanish Flu of 1919. And they say history repeats! I sure hope your concluding line is correct, Jacob. We could sure use a fresh breath of life. Love the hopeful tone of this one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Inessa.
we live on a fault line here, so I will be feeling for it.
1919...same year my dad was born.

[Lorry]

And it just keeps coming, like a train that's running so late it can't stop at the stations and all we can do is hope the driver isn't asleep at the wheel as it reaches its terminus.
With the year we've been having, even going from 100mph to 70 would be considered a reprieve.
Ah, remember those old 70 mph days? Happy times... But only because it's been so long at a hundred that I've forgotten what cruising is like.
Again Jacob, your endlines just keep exceeding expectation and blew the slippers off my feet 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, cruising...in more ways than one...different now...thank you, Lorry,
j.

[Weeping willow]

Life seems to be nothing but a storm these days, One problem after another with no end in site. What kind of life is there to expect inside the turmoil that seems to come everyday. I try to not listen to the news, but its hard when my husband wants to always watch it. Nicely written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, it is hard to watch the news these days, but also just as hard not to.
we keep hoping for the news to get cheerful...maybe someday.
thank you, willow.
I appreciate your words.
j.

[redzone]

your poem left me wondering, what life?? what kind of life??? when we reemerge from the storm cellars will we act as a community of thinking beings, helping each other to pick up the pieces, gather our dead and be better prepared when the next storm appears??? or will we become even more isolated, fending for ourselves in a world that grows even more distant and menacing, unable to weather the next storm, suffering even more deaths.... it's ironic, even when hunkering down, life continues and what that life will look like is up to us.... and also ironic how a poem can be a metaphor for the current realities of life (a pandemic under fascism)....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those are good questions, what will the reality be once this too has passed.
thank you, Curt,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

After the storm, life goes on. The excitement settles and things return to normal. Some see more storms than others. Saw this about people and relationships and how they navigate life Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, thank you for your insight, Chris.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Recently there was thunder and streaks of lightening without ceasing for a few hours during the night... an intimate feeling of belonging wrapped in mysterious secrets seduced our most inner feelings. When we awoke the sun was smiling in shades of rose lavender. It was a trip to cherish forever and a day... a painting along the River Seine where colors blend and hearts mend. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Pat,
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, the storm can awake our sleeping senses, and make us feel alive. Then later it leave us greatful to be alive.

[Cherrie Palmer]

How is school going?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Cherrie.
School is going fine...I am teaching online scheduled classes from home...they are like face to face as we all see and hear each other...and can have participation, which is happening...
Thanks for asking...
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I wondered how it would work, and I am glad to hear your classes are in swing.