timbered whispers

timbered whispers 

 

 

 

love is encrypted

in wandering hearts,

the etchings of a deep rooted longing

 

fossilized feelings

the bones of trust

yearn for the skin to tingle one more time

 

exceptions mushroom in a forest of frustration

giving up to the rain,

but still feeling malnourished

 

yet some stop,

catch the scent of hope

as the leaves rustle

above the rustic graves

 

stones pause

a bit of a rivulet

like a tear

 

might just dissolve into garish ground

or coagulate

into a small stream 

of closeness

 

as skeletal hands

hold each other tight

and emotions find new spring.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/29/17

Reviews

[Bacchus]

this sounds petrified.
maybe you should become paleontologist.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...thanks, Bacchus.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I'm reading this poem with an eerie wonderment, your style all your own, as I find myself in your company waiting for sunrise.

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad to have your company, Al.
thank you
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"fossilized feelings
the bones of trust
yearn for the skin to tingle one more time"

That feeling of love and desires really keep us wanting more, never losing hope even though disappointed at times. The last lines sum it all very well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, thank you for your words, Yumna..
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

It was a pleasure reading. I will be reading more of your works 😊

[David O Whalen (O Haol..]

Jacob I want so much to return some of the attention and kind words you've given to me but, I have to be honest...I don't understand your poetry and I'm thinking it's my inability not your fault in any way. The proof that It's my lack of understanding is the huge (compared to my) amount of hits and the comprehensive comments that you receive. Everybody else gets you and what you write which makes me feel a bit out of step with the times. Maybe it's an age thing as I'm very senior to most on this site but the reads and the understanding comments tell me that you are indeed one of the premier poets on this site. That's the reason you seldom see reviews from me on your poetry. While I know you're a top notch poet, your poetry goes right over this ol' grey head, so while I'm unable to review your poetry I do appreciate your reviewing mine. Maybe mine is just so simple. You're a very good reviewer since (unlike) me you seem to be able to understand everyone's poetry. I wish I had your ability. Sincerely David O

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think with poetry, it isn't figuring out really or understanding the "it"--it is more about just seeing whatever you see...there is no one interpretation...
but i do appreciate your note very much...and will continue to visit your page as well.
thank you, David for your kind comments..

j.

[andrew mitchell]

if we are not looking for eternal love we are looking for eternal youth and hope its in our lifetime foe we are all young at heart. a another gem j

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, andrew.
j.

[Paul]

Very nicely penned. As well as something we can all relate to at some point in our lives. This was a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing.

Paul

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Paul.
j.

[Paul Bell]

There must come a time in life when you think to yourself. This could be the one. This should be the one. Actually, this has to be the one. Though graveyards do swing at night.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Paul...
:)))

j.

[Zenovia]

exceptions mushroom in a forest of frustration
giving up to the rain,
but still feeling malnourished

Very nicely penned....it was great pleasure to read your work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Zenovia...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

There is always hope for romance. Yes, love can be frustrating and it can cause great pain. Still, we yearn for it. No one knows which face in the crowd will spark something within. The idea of skeletons in a graveyard reaching for each other....wow! Unique concept here. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi...
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

All past, dead bones and haunted ground.
The Cemetery of Lost Love.
Flowers frequently brought.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a poetic response...thank you, Jimmy...

j.