Lost

Lost

 

 

the winds of change have settled

there is a quiet rage within

she has gone southeast,

reluctant mountainside clamors for attention,

the trees start to move in tandem

to the fear in her heart

 

his time draws near,

she feels the storm digested through years of vacancy

there's an alarming peace in her mirror of continuance

 

like a jury trial that weathers the potency

of loss,

the verdict still out, 

like a strange vibe echoing

 

through the pining dream.

 

 

 

12/23/15

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

I'm lost--but I expect partial credit for reading every word.
Apparently, an extremely disturbed woman runs away to parts Southeast. Some guy close to her appears about ready to kick. I guess, on some level, she's okay with it.
Hope you'll have the decency to send out a search party for me, Mysterioso!.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the read and your thoughts, Jimmy.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Do we get to the point where nothing matters a whole lot....a point where we say, "what difference does it make anyway?" The nature metaphor is a good one. Change....it happens to us whether we want it to or not just as the seasons will change. Nothing stays the same and after a while, well, dreams seem to go behind the mountain and we can't even see them anymore. Lost....indeed....so much has been lost. Sad and melancholy. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lydi.

j.

[redzone]

you speak of being lost in crisp metaphors here Jacob.. loss of youthful exuberence, the loss of passion within a love , as people have pointed out multi-layered... but if the title is the meaning of the poem (and this is how I am reading it) then I think the way you describe "lost" makes us feel it, that we are lost...there may be "continuance" in that mirror, but it's a foggy one.. one at "peace" with complacency... and to me that is being lost... and very sad

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Curt...

j.

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This one reaches out and touches me...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, lynn...

j.

[David Scott]

There is a feeling here more than a thought. I have been told I am cerebral and guarded... Maybe this type of write could teach me to explore a feeling without analyzing it?
A haunting longing followed this read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, David...i think regardless of what is in our heads---our heart just feels what it feels, even if we know better...
j.

[Brittany Bostic]

I like that this can be taken so many different ways. There is something interesting about poetry that makes us all feel something different but this piece in particular made me feel that way. wonderful

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Brittany...glad the piece could strike a chord
j.

[Cryingkate]

Soft tears.....I read it over and over to be sure what I felt from this made sense to me.
Then finally, I was lost in a vacuumed -like void of acceptance of a painful loss that is just so hard to comprehend.
I could feel sitting in a rocking chair, near a window, or candle in the dark, Lost.............As though my mate had just died.. or some tragedy.

sorrowful tragedy...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Connie...

j.

[Johari]

There are many layers to this poem - many ways it can be read. My first impressions is a landscape holding it's breath as it awaits it's fate at the hands of man... but I'm still digesting and will come back to it again.

I like the economy of language and feel there has been a lot of thought go into the careful selection of your words to ensure they delicately link together; like the roots of a tree.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review Johari..

j.