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

[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

[Red 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.