remains

remains

 

 

 

a rustling,

shivering oak

 

ground assuages fears

of falling colors

 

they land softly

like hearts into love

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11?5/23

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

Yes, our falling leaves do drift to earth instead of dropping like stones. They are like raindrops of color, gentle and peaceful. When i read this, my mind pictured an oak shaking itself like a dog after a swim, its leaves flying off to float downward and become a soft bed beneath our feet. That you could evoke such imagery in so few words is amazing. I am deeply envious!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, Zoe,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Oaks always seem to cling to that last leaf well after the others stand naked in the chill air of autumn.
I do have a thing for trees ... must be the Carmen effect.

Fall is a good season.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

They certainly do cling...Fall is the best...thank you, Ted,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

You are on the theme of trees I see. That last line....they land softly like hearts into love....WOW! Fantastic. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I know, Lydi...I feel like a record that is stuck on a record player...the needle keeps bouncing backwards...Hopefully soon I can get off this theme...but it is what comes at the moment.
Thank you, Lydi,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Nothing wrong with writing about one theme for a while. Even your comment is poetic!

[Julian]

So beautiful, and as deep as the reader wishes it to be; Zen like in simplicity and complexity at one and the same time. I enjoyed this very much, please keep up the fine work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Julian.
j.

[AYVID N]

A soft landing...makes me think of a leap of faith. In the end, we are powerless and we need to have faith. It makes things so much easier, the fall much softer, warmer and perhaps even joyful. This is a poem that made me shiver. The words are so hauntingly beautiful. The shivering oak is such a winner.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Divya,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A poem of loss. I felt like the oak losing those leaves in the autumn of my years. Watching them free fall and float to the ground. My heartache. So very beautifully penned dear J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

…the continuation: until heaped into a pile and burned by passions release

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your poetic reply...
j.

[Weeping willow]

Such a lovely write with images flowing everywhere inside these words ;-] Loved it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, willow,
j.

[John the Baptist]

This is definitely an autumnal poem, with its mention of "falling" colors. I think it also might be about the fear of death. Autumn is the last season before winter, which is associated with death. The falling colors are leaves headed for the "ground," which could mean a number of things. This ground assuages the leaves' fear, as they land softly into love. Perhaps the message is we have nothing to fear from death.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

perhaps...thank you for your insights, John,
j.