Frost is Shuddering over This

Frost is Shuddering over This

 

 

the train's speeding past

a flying Amtrak

sparks ignite

along the path

as innocent trees watch in fear

 

their friends suddenly consumed

they whisper final prayers

 

even God is so puzzled by this

a cigarette tossed by a fleeing human

and more Armageddon

is inhaled

 

a country bleeds smoky truth

the throat of the future

hoarse as a preacher's voice

on a Sunday morning

when colds are circling 

his church

 

train is long gone now,

the human sitting in front of his TV

 

yelling to his wife to fetch him another beer

as he drinks away any lingering thoughts

of the remorse,

 

he already tossed 

into that wood.

 

erin-cilberto

6/8/23

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Not sure how I missed this one it’s fantastic
I think a lot of weather is deliberate inc fires floods the list is endless
One of your best !
For some reason I hummed a tune from a song maybe you know it ?
The Boys light up.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have to look that song up...don't know it...
Thank you for your kind words,
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Just did...good song, and I love the name of the group, Australian Crawl...so many great Australian groups at the time...Men at Work...etc.

[Gee]

Hmmm, wild fires started deliberately, why on earth!
L14 , hoarse ?
Hope you are keeping well Jacob and are fully mended :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, thanks for catching that typo...
Oh, not necessarily deliberately, but through carelessness.

[Lorry]

Sparks are always flying where humanity gathers, and they gather to usually blame someone else for the mess they find themselves in.
I try of course not to do that myself. Rather, I read the facts, balance them and then blame the politicians. Well, they're never that far away from a lie, are they? 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and someone who is on trial now is best at blaming everyone else...but yes, Frost loves woods....and his poem about people who carelessly start fires would have an angry tone.
thanks, Lorry,
j.

[Andrew John]

Thought I saw a little Frost, but couldn't put my finger on it (I'm not very bright). However, this is a good piece, very J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Andrew,
j.

[Shelley Warner]

Oh my goodness, that was so compelling! The trees fearing. The careless guy tossing his cigarette and later watching tv and ordering his wife to bring him another beer.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't know if it happens exactly like that, Shelley, but it sure feels like it sometimes.
thank you for your words,
j.

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome. Have a nice day.

[emmajoygreen]

Such a metaphor, sir, and, such horror however one interprets your words. Life and Man can made dangerous and disgusting bedfellows. Guidance not given, examples defunct

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even with guidance...we don't listen.
thank you, em.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

As always, sir, you're welcome.

[Patricia Wedel]

Poetry is put into a Vault to remind those who follow that Plants are better if stored properly and discarded Butts saved in contained receptacles. Mamas… do not raise Dummies. Papas… do not teach children to be Careless. Amen 🙏

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes mama did not raise us this way.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A cigarette tossed caused all that damage? Is that so? That is mind blowing. Lacking in education. I doubt if he knows who Frost is.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such carelessness...and you are right about the knowing frost thingy,
j.

[John the Baptist]

I doubt he asked whose wood these are. Wouldn't have given a damn anyway.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

absolutely true, John....

[W. Barrett Munn]

whose woods these are now set afire
I think I know; his risk is dire
If New York burns the cost is great
the Geico gecco smoked tastes great

W

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a little bony though.