Missions of Sin

Missions of Sin

 

 

 

blissful blitzkrieg 

maple leaves dive-bombing

like zeroes landing on a carrier lawn

 

bullet rains bashing

landscape emaciated

strewn clothing

 

enemy winter marches in frigid steps

bare trees await trial

prisoners of war

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/4/2020

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description of Fall. Here in Michigan, the trees are still doing well. No real cool weather yet. A Indian Summer for us. Thank you Jacob for sharing the entertaining poem.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Indian Summers are beautiful...thank you, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Today 75 degrees in Detroit. Indian Summer are a blessing and you are welcome Jacob.

[Lorry]

And as we march to gather the fallen, rake in hand, we can thank them too, for the cardiovascular workout without end, as we can now see from the warmth of kitchen window, coffee in hand, that the stragglers who have since succumbed will continue to make this a thankless task and the cycle will resume into a grumbling tomorrow.
It would be too cruel to say you missed a bit, so will just assume it was intended, so the newly fallen weren't lonely 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Lorry....yes, more grumbling.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

I see autumn as an exfoliation of nature allowing new growth. Winter is more of a long cold bath. As for us well if we were all evergreen we wouldn’t necessarily change. Nice write Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but how boring that would be if we were all the same eh? thanks andrew,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

A perfect poem of Autumn aerial maneuvers where
bullets drop and land on landscape carriers. You have
the expertise of a test pilot. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't know, Pat...I often crash the poems...but thank you.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Weather change as war.
Autumn, in its last gasps, is destined to truly fall.
An unconditional surrender will be signed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy....

[Chris Shaw]

This is very visual Jacob. Loved the imagery of maple leaves dive bombing. There was a cold feel of winter here. I saw snow and the contrast of the red maple leaves was quite something. I also thought of warfare. I saw blood too.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[Neville]

these words make me think of a barren landscape, devoid of any colour except for those maple leaves and the silhouette of trees with raised branches as if surrendering to winter ..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Neville,
j.