the feathers of sufficient shine

the feathers of sufficient shine

 

can one really evade the sun

or dodge snowflakes

when the memory of "how to"

fails

to combobulate reasoning

 

does the burn hurt worse 

with aged footsteps

or do the flakes cause concussion

of simplicity

 

these are not questions

maybe rhetorical, 

but more, statements

of inadequacy

 

the darkness is what I run from

in the middle of a moonless dream

but light finds me in the mornings

incapable of separating thoughts

into being

 

disillusionment presents itself as a house guest

uninvited

a trivial entity I prefer not

to entertain

but comes anyway and overstays

its welcome

 

I lie so long in silence

I gather dust

and eventually

the sun, snowflakes, darkness

and that damned disillusionment

are victorious

 

and I bury head in the pillow

of surrender.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/3/24

Reviews

[redzone]

We live in a time of great confusion and potential horror. The world is being torn asunder and the conditions that billions suffer from overwhelm us if we dare to look deeply at them. I think this is true for many here in this country, especially those of us old enough to have witnessed the ground below our feet crumble. It's a confusing, chaotic, and scary feeling. And for many hiding under our pillows or putting our heads in the sand to avoid the sun, snowflakes, ad darkness. Maybe it will just all go away. And isn't this what the powers that be want us to think and be -- passive, living with our eyes closed? We are not supposed to look too closely at reality and see that we can not only see the horrors but looking deeper, can see that the system we live under is the cause of all these horrors and that we can create something beautiful from these horrors by getting rid of it. We do not have to live like this, we are after all human beings and both deserve and can make a better, humane world. Not easily, but possible. It is this potential and possibilities that keep me alive and alert. But I also admit, there are days when that pillow looks mighty enticing.

Jacob, through metaphor, you describe, at least to me, the prevailing attitude that many share, especially in this country where we have the luxury of delusion and self-delusion. After all, we do not have to face bombs falling on supposed 'safe zones' or migrate from country to country looking for a way to survive wars, or work. It is this system that creates this and also through media, art, entertainment, politics education, etc., keeps us misinformed, uninformed and passive. It's this system that needs to be overthrown.

Sorry Jacob, for the wordy review of your poem. Your poetry always stirs my emotions and demands I speak. Perhaps I should just say, nice poem Jacob. NAH!! ;0) Your poems deserve more than this I think.

Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I enjoy all the words of your reviews, Curt.....amazing my little offerings can spawn such reviews...they are better than the poems themselves. Yes , self-delusion that things may actually improve sometme.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob… the Sun is very healing as we surrender our thoughts into a Pillow of feathered ❤️ Love… this may be our Winter of Discontent as we Harbor our Fears and tears. Prayers will be needed . Amen.. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they will be, Pat....yes, they will be.
j.

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written poem. Enjoyed well

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Arundass,
j.

[Soren]

That pillow of surrender becomes a tower of torture and solitary confinement in the prison of isolation. Seems that I have run that gauntlet and reflected memories push me out of bed to other things. Nicely written as always

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your response to the poem is better than the poem itself, thank you, Soren,
j.

[Soren]

Too kind my friend it is always a pleasure

[redd Brick Keshner]

Sometimes disillusionment is invited or permitted to remain… in my case until the induced stupor dissipates and the boot of disfellowship is thrust at it. And yes, sleep is the ally of surrender, at least when it arrives.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, at least when it arrives...I like that...
thank you, Red,
j.