Clairvoyant

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

Reviews

[V]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review,

j.

[Daydreamer]

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..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

j.

[marilyn 1225]

This is a masterpiece !! I love the description of the man's bones and the mention of the structure of the face ........ then the reader discovers it his the writer's dad wow love it...
and yes dust to dust with all living creatures
what a talent you are.... hope you are read always

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, marilyn...

j.

[Ruth]

Such a beautiful way of expressing that bond Jacob. This really is special...the love and respect tangible, wonderfully done :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Kristina Moulaison]

Very cool title concept for this poem about hearing the voice and manner of a departed father. So powerful. I loved,
"voice of ash
still resonates from the churning urn"
So good!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Kristina.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Lovely, perceptive words that penetrate to the bone.
Could hardly have been said better.
Overwhelming!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy, appreciate your words..
j.

[Giulia King]

Amazing poem, Jacob! It's short yet so powerful :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Guillia..

j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'm really hoping some of that good dust went into my kids.you know the kind like yours that blows around helping things grown beautiful, making sneezes so we know we are really still alive. The kind that the lungs choke on....gasping for more breath to create words and wisdoms....more life....more love.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Queenie...what a beautiful response...

j.

[redzone]

everyone has said it pretty well... we are most often our father's son (or daughter) and he stays with us always and no crystal balls are needed to see him...

it is never really easy to see our mom or dad go, even if somewhat expected... it takes us into a world where ghosts live and speak and where nothing is the same anymore...

I love your poem Jacob, it may say, "Father's Love", but it speaks loudly of "Son's Love" in return...

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Curt...
j.