drafts from open windows

drafts from open windows

 

 

drifting serenades

hearts thrown from balconies

caught, cradled, caressed

 

stars encroach

moonbeams play at slow speed

smiles float down erratically 

like autumn leaves

separated from their wits

 

love cuts to the quick

of a short eternity

and snow warns

of broken dreams

 

from a sky full of

reckless behavior.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/30/21

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

I picture smoke streaming inward. Carried on the breeze. Drawing the writer to inspect. Finding violins and young love. Which so easily separates our smiles from our wit.

[barleygirl]

Your poem reminds of the lovelorn who imagine that everyone else is out there having a great time but not them. Everything wafting in the window sounds like a slap in the face (((HUGS)))

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Natures ballad and seasonal dance is rendered beautifully in this poem J. I'm reminded of a time back in the mid 70's I and several friends would climb up on the roof of our homes and sit watching the stars and moonlight sharing conversations and laughs. Those summer and autumn nights are still such wonderful memories I hold to even these many years past. Your lovely poem gave me a bit of nostalgia for those days. Thank you my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That sounds like a great time...on those rooves.
My buddy and I back in grade school and high school would hang out on this hill in back of the A&P, smoke cigs and gab, waiting until around 2am when the bread truck would come...the driver knew us and would always give us a box of donuts.
Nice guy...thank you for sharing,
j.

[Patricia]

oh wow, very nice! I would quote a line but they are all good. very easy to put oneself in these very heartfelt words. but ok I have to quote one line, "Moonbeams play at slow speed" Love it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Patricia,
j.

[duff]

Beautiful lines. I think of Jim Morrison outside his hotel window hanging on as the band watched. Stimulating work Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting visual, yes, he did that....crazy Jim...but really talented Jim.
thank you, duff,
j.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Jacob, love is the eternal river, flowing ever in the heart. Your wonderful expressions bring forth different emotions. Your words tell of love gained and then ends with the message that this love can easily end. A see-saw, so to speak. The open window can lead to many things, some good, some bad. I love the content of your write. Have a wonderful Wednesday....Mike.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words and extended visit to my work, Mike.
j.

[shadrach hah]

You are welcome Jacob....Mike.

[Haley]

An open window can be an invitation to a different world, or a different reality, giving you a sneak peek into other's lives or different settings. The air that floats in and out carrying new, ideas, opinions, realities,
but when the window closes, you're left shut in your own reality with no outside influences. To be creative is to always try to have that window open, let the different things influence and move you, give room to new ideas and life, keep the window open. Really good poem and certainly got me thinking!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Haley, really appreciate this review....I always try to leave that window open...who knows what might fly in.
j.

[lightsong]

I see Romeo and Juliet, I see love that never ends but it seems fate has something else to say... hauntingly beautiful Mr. J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"my ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that utterance, yet I know the sound, are thou not Romeo and a Montague?"
thank you, lightsong,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... reckless behavior is being taught
as we speak... our Leaders are examples of a
"loose Cannon". How can Love survive the
atmosphere of "helter skelter". Prayers and Peace
and Wisdom remain in our Heart. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am not sure how it will, Pat.
thanks for your words,
j.