October's Coming

 

 

 

October's Coming

 

 

 

under the umbrella

 

 

            

two hearts, soaked signatures

                vows protracted in inked alignment

 

off center, now

the smudged remains of inclusive assignment

never finished

 

but over, where the next rain drop of regret falls silently

is the resignment

that

 

under the umbrella

 

 

                    

one heart,

still beating,

bleeding,

skin beading

 

 

                    lonely hand reaches out

 

fingers clutch the memory

close it up,

 

sun finds its shine

but his negative exposure

 

                        keeps him feeling that one cloud left 

 

in his eye of grief.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/28/15

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Honest raw emotion in this one, Jacob. Very sad scene painted with your words. The margin changes were effective. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words...

j.

[Traci]

Oh how I have truly missed your words Jacob. Feels as if October is the onset of an awakening of emotions of some sort, as the weather changes, days become shorter. This poem is simply beautiful from start to finish, so heartfelt, full of raw emotion.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Traci.

j.

[Pryde Foltz]

Autumn can be the beginning of festivities and/or a time of grief as the days shorten … a time of poignantly dark beauty. An expressive beaut of write, Jacob:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Pryde.

j.

[h d e rushin]

Midwestern October's in Illinois, of white Eurasian birches and trains meeting along with the
crumple of regret is almost the setting of a 1940's movie where white and grey reflects
achromatic objects and you want to cry even if you don't know the plot. And something tells me
that "under the umbrella" is the seductive synonym for the concept of love (or grief). Marvelous
play on words my friend.......dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your perceptive and kind words, my friend.

j.

[Ruth]

Your words echo lifetimes of emotions...you have the talent of conveying such deep and raw feelings, quite palpable and remarkable...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Poppy.
j.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Again, the feelings that are ignited by your words are so strong.
When hearts break, clouds are left to hover in our eyes. Every so often they pour tears.
Excellent.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Cherry....

j.

[LapseOfMind]

Oh man...I don't know if I have the words inside of me to express the beauty of that poem. You truly do have a way with words! Reading that gives me something to aspire to, a mountain to climb to find myself on a level somewhere close as to where you are. Bravo!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lapse...

j.

[rubie]

wow....

so much evoked in this lovely piece...

umbrella shielding the rain, the grief, the storm....

changes in a relationship marked by the changes in a season....

love this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, rubie.

j.

[....................]

the coming and passing of a relationship whose vows were made in October, perhaps, still leaves that one cloud hovering because eventually those feelings rise, cool, condense, and darken that cloud until the umbrella is needed again...'fingers clutch the memory'" - such a beautifully sad line...masterful poetry, my friend...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, FT.

j.