Clairvoyant

Clairvoyant

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Clairvoyant 

 

 

dust to dust

his smile,

the deep set eyes

the bones of a man

the structure of the face

dust to dust

voice of ash

still resonates from the churning urn

the fiery manner,

discerning 

the feeling of a Father's love

deeply set in a heart

and in the bones of a son.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/4/17


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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this is touching; your father's influence is inevitable, and this is evident physically when you resemble him, no matter how much you may look down upon him

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

oh i revered him...looked up to him much...he was a good man...
thank you for your words, Cas.. read more
Sometimes we can look into our parents eyes and see our own future. Everyone gets old, it's rarely graceful in the end. It's sad and tragic. Because you will miss them and become them one day. This was beautifully written.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, we do become them in the end, don't we?
thank you, Ana.
j.
We will always have the love.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Always!
thank you, Jon.
j.
A moving and stirring write. I wish you peace in the coming days j. You have my thoughts. R xo

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, again, Rach...you are kind.

j.
Such a beautiful, moving poem, Jacob. The love of a father transcending ash and filling the bones of the son. "voice of ash still resonates from the churning urn."This is how your poem has touched me- Love passes through your words from father's ashes to the son to the reader's memory of her father's love passing to her grom the grave. Thank you for this beautiful write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Mary,
j.
To pen something so beautiful and so moving must overwhelm your heart. I know it does mine, simply knowing how much you are hurting.

It's so stirring, Jacob...and the title couldn't be better suited.



Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kindness, Kelly.
j.
What a beautiful way to express the bond, Jacob Sir.
Very moving, very unique and the message is very true. The parents continue to live in our bones and memories..
Thank you for sharing this wonderful touching craft.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Bala.
j.
A very well crafted image again. The echo of the past, a memory of love and a junction still softly trembling like a gossamer, associated and evoked by the dust of a being. It's the emotional connection we carry on in our hearts and bodies, ringing through us. The sound of reminiscing, sonic leftovers which add to ourselves.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review,

j.
I'm in a continual search for truth and love. I found it today in this poem, in the last three lines.
Thank you for helping me rediscover it..


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for relating...and your kind words, Daydreamer.

j.
dear jacob... a ghost within remains... throughout your days. Violins play as angels sing and only love remains. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind reply.....Pat

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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