riding English into Autumn's Hollow

riding English into Autumn's Hollow

 

 

the incident happened at the pass

ambushed by the scent of your smile

i was engaged before i saw you,

 

fell off my proverbial horse

thrown from my saddle

letting go of apathetic reins

 

posting poetry to smooth the ride

i never expected you would knock me off my pivot

 

with such graceful ease

leave me walking home

a pen with sore feet

dancing garrulously

 

 

back to the ghost town

where i left my heart.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/24/15

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Love at first sight that disappears before its even started! nice write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your review, andrew...

j.

[rubie]

terrific title...and perfect word play.

yes, love often does "ambush" us. when we look for it, we never find it. but it has a habit of sneaking up on us when we least expect it.

part of the marvelous mystery of it all....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, rubie...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

You should have said "something" I'm inclined to give rides to poems. Besides I have some ghosts for relatives. Oats for the horse by all means!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the smile, Al.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I feel like evaluating your poems is like telling a genius what 1+1 is. So unless truly magnificent I just might have little fun.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Oh, Jacob...The title grabbed my heart. I love this one! Excellent metaphorical magic. Brilliant.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Anne.
j.

[Tam Warink]

Seasonally sad stuff, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Tam...so good to see you again, my friend.

j.

[RomaJ]

Falling in love, can often feel like an accidental occurrence; an ambush, captivated by a smile of a person or a passion in life. Can leave one still reeling from the "fall" wonderful write, j

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Roma

j.

[alifeacoustic]

Well I love the title for a start. Quite a mind and thought process to even think of that, let alone write it and completely own it. I read this as being about the beauty of writing, and the pain. But as we know too well, I can read it again tomorrow and read something more in the lines. Second last is superbly thought...with such graceful ease
leave me walking home
a pen with sore feet
dancing garrulously

Wonderfully written as ever Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, alife.
j.