suicide scenery

suicide scenery

 

 

gracious colors descend

upon grinning maples

Leaves casually accepting

the near-death experience of the turning

 

that becomes them

just before the jump.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/1/24

Reviews

[berenongur]

That's deep. And probably even the writer can't understand how much his words matter. All I can say is, you write amazing and keep going. I love your work

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words,
j.

[MsJewel]

Having lost a friend to suicide last year, your words touched my heart Jacob. This one is a keeper for me :) Julie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thnak you, Julie, and I am really sorry for your loss...Just so tragic.
j.

[light and ashes]

loved this,
great........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, light,
j.

[Lisasview]

Dearest Jacob
Love the hidden meanings behind your powerful words.
Metaphors are wonderful and allow the reader to think outside the box. If they dare. At my age the thin line between life and death is getting shorter.
Some might read this meaning as perhaps ending one owns life… my mother always said that was a cowards way out… and, her words have stayed with me.
Life is an important role we play and hopefully enjoy it. I read someone’s words that said “you will never be as young as you are now”
How true those words…
Really enjoyed your poem … I seem to go back to it quite a bit as I type my review to you.😍
Lisasview

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you so much for your words, Lisa,
j.

[CRISHAM]

"Suicide Scenery" by Jacob Erin-Cilberto offers a vivid, symbolic reflection on the natural process of change and decay, drawing a striking parallel between falling autumn leaves and the concept of mortality. The brief yet impactful poem uses the changing colors and the inevitable fall of leaves as a metaphor for life’s fragility and the acceptance of death. With minimal but evocative language, it presents the quiet resignation of nature before its transformation, invoking feelings of melancholy and contemplation. The closing line, “just before the jump,” lingers, leaving readers to ponder the transition between life and death.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Chrisham...

[h d e rushin]

I had to re-read this morning. I lost a good friend to suicide just last week. "Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try and make it logical;" Kafka reminded us. At his memorial, no one mentioned "suicide" or purpose or reasoning. (especially reasonings). But rather modified verticals as if the soul enters some kiosk of spawns and kingdoms; or a summerhouse sipping tea that makes your blood rush to your feet. But the analogy here, that of "grinning maples" is as Christian as a gentle caress but holds the same affectionate salutation of a kiss. The majority of suicides occur in April and May, which in the Midwest is before the Maples have figured out which limbs are leftovers from last season and what insects, imaginary or real, to be bothered with before the heat of summer comes. "Jumping" is such a bloodthirsty province/ Beautifully written. dana.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, dana, and I am so sorry to hear of your friend. When it comes down to it, there are reasons and there are no reasons. I started to once...got in the car in the garage...was at that point...didn't go through with it and not really sure why....but glad now...
life is worth it.
j.

[Andrew John]

We often see suicides - well, possibly well-acted ones - on TV, and several expressions. Good to see how good actors handled it. But real suicides? A gracious jump, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, that jump....and all the other leaves left behind to grieve.
thank you, Andrew,
j.

[Arundass TP]

Powerful lines touching heart. Excellent writing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, my friend,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Autumn must be the most beautiful death of all.. its coloured air-dances and carpets create absolute glory and recognition of Nature's emotions of life at all times. Many thanks for sharing your beautiful mind via such a wonderful poem, jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[emmajoygreen]

Lost two darlings during Autumn; in their own way, they were as colourful as the season.

[Lorry]

Isn't this the loveliest time of the year, when everything becomes whisky coloured, without the hangover being required?
Not compulsory, just not required!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, just not required...
thanks, Lorry,
j.