Photo

Photo

 

 

mother in autumn

in Pendleton stance

1957 smile

 

in the cool breeze

of my childhood

we drove to where you stood

 

mother in autumn

your eyes approach the golden leaves

even now as breath

falls from you in maple design

 

and I call your name.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/8/2020

Reviews

[Dave]

Something special about autumn. The fresh cool air, just giving a hint of the winter to come. The wild array of colorful leaves Leaves that are wind-blown as we drive past them, causing them to swirl in the air as though dancing. I like this very much.
Take care Dave

[jacob erin-cilberto]

especially in Vermont...thank you, Dave, for your kind words,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

A breath-taking poem about Mother... in the colors of Autumn .. golden with red and lavender... to fathom the the stirring of emotions. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Pat,
j.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

"in the cool breeze
of my childhood
we drove to where you stood mother in autumn your eyes approach the golden leaves
even now as breath
falls from you in maple design." Speaks of creating lucrative highway which one drives mentally of instead of making riches, its the powerful benevolent longing which consoles the heart of missing dearly too much for someone that was a colossal force in their life which gave them life. I feel a smile at the end looking back with such innocence and growing increasingly maudlin of such golden beauty ( A mother in Autumn) there's no place I rather be. You get that sentimentality which is very potent here. Keep writing this poem touched my heart. Sincerely your friend in writing and life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Andrew,
j.

[Neville]

I would be hard pushed to find a more moving poem in what is left of this autumn jacob ... and for what its worth, I have a similar image of my very own Mum that I treasure dearly and often find myself talking to ... I also find it helps :)

N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does help, Neville,
thank you for understanding,
j.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

A memory that feels so real, her name is called out...for a moment the mind forgets time and there she is in all her glory....this is a wonderful poem dear Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ditzy,
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Memory can spill out of us till our imagination gives it breath and a lingering aroma. That is as real as the moment the memory was made.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it was a sweet time of life...thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[barleygirl]

Your poem paints the picture in your mind so clearly that we can easily see it . . . but I also see my own mom, often shuffling around many kids in most photos . . . an iconic symbol of how we each have this picture in our minds, an amalgamation of many browning black-and-whites with 50's & 60's dates stamped on the front (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have an entire photo album my folks gave me...all of their uncles, aunts, grand folks etc...
parents....so cool...one of the few things that I wanted when they asked what I wanted to have before they passed.
j.

[barleygirl]

That's so cool! Years ago I scanned about 1000 of my mom's pics so everyone could have a digital set. People were barely into Facebook when I first did it, but now everyone is on FB & they all enjoy posting these old pics!

[Chris Shaw]

This is a truly beautiful poem. I have a photo fixed firmly in my mind of a young woman in front of a maple tree, but your lines could also be metaphorical. The tree itself could be a mother in autumn. Your final line is truly touching. It speaks to me of a special moment and a mother much missed. Lovely work

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really appreciate where you took this Chris.
Yes, a woman in front of a maple tree, but much more...thank you,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This conjured for me an old photograph of a woman astride her old bike in fifties coat and hat looking at the camera as the bike rests between her legs. A mother perhaps remembered as autumn leaves shed like tears.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, my mother.
thank you, John.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I have a picture of my mother and one of my father next to my computer. It gives me mixed feelings. reassurance they are still in me and certainty that I will follow them out the door.