the artist's signature

the artist's signature

 

 

little house

still

like a painting of orchids

purplish, whitish

 

skittish when the wind salutes

in rhythmic pose

and yet holding strong

in tapered board

 

the house withstands

the flowers recycle

gardens implode

then rest

 

when frost enters the perimeter

the painting smears.

 

 

7/16/23

erin-cilberto

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely portrayal of a house which withstands all the elements but gets a bit weary when frost comes around, we have so many of those up in the mountains...they appear that if you were to blow hard they would fall, but somehow they withstand all the seasons, though they get weak in frost...your images are vivid and the writing is soft and mimics a perfect canvas.
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your colorful review, Betty,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yo are most welcome J.
Warmly, B

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Jacob.
"skittish when the wind salutes
in rhythmic pose
and yet holding strong
in tapered board"
I did like the above lines. A writer, a poet and the musician. Wild and unkept places. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[light and ashes]

Like a Claude Monet painting put to words.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Light.
j.

[light and ashes]

You are always welcome, Jacob.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

There is tenderness here, a longing and looking back. The image of gardens imploding then resting is just beautiful. Through it all, the house still stands. The frost of winter may smear the edges, but the memory is ever clear. I like the soft side of your pen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Linda...your words are encouraging.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder
This reminds me of when my partner who paints stopped to take pic of an old broken down semi abandoned original house and all around is a new suburb being built
He felt the history the love
Yes he painted it and yes
Embellished it a bit with gardens and a dog. It’s now a perfect painting
Your poem reminded me of this loved that write Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, that would be a perfect painting for sure...
old places, houses, barns, factories....have such character.
thank you, Julie.
j.

[Akinlolu]

How incredible that a poet's pen, an artist's brush, a heart full of love and teary eyes that see through the screen of affection can transform an ordinary house into an extraordinary and enduring home.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Akinlolu,
j.

[Akinlolu]

You are welcome

[Dianne S Penfold]

This is a very visual, descriptive poem. I like how smoothly it guides you from one image to the next. Well done!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dianne,
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Vivid imagery. We never know when that thing we thought was our safe haven upends our life...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Yumna...what do we do when we lose that safe place? then we feel so vulnerable.
How have you been? You've been silent for awhile. Good to see you back on the board.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

and vulnerability is the worst feeling...

I've been kept away by life. Work and family lol but I always find my way back.
Hope you've been doing well, Jacob.
And you're welcome :))

[Chris Shaw]

This is a beautiful piece J. It took me to many places. The house represents security and safety. It is there throughout the seasons of flowers and will always be there. I felt I was looking at a painting on a wall. The house to me feels like a mother’s love. Always keeping an eye out from wherever, this world or the next. And when the painting smears in the frosts, that is your mother’s tears telling you she understands. Exquisite piece.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate where you took this, Chris.
Your words of understanding....
j.