endings

endings

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


endings




november
bare sticks, undressed toothpicks
what's left of the foliage of summer
and then its fall,

and we are cold, 
thermostats turned off
like the hearts
we aren't able to regulate
they find their own way to temperature

trees accept their fate
i want to fight against mine
don't want to be a curled, brown leaf
of designation
to a foreign land of heaven or hell
or some raging star
or the hades of youth, again

to find refuge among the steerage of old memories
november
is a frigid find
and the treasure maps exclude
the "X marks the spot"
when it comes to this kind of heartache

we strap ourselves to the chair
and electrocute the discrepancies of what we lost
a bad time for tears
they don't mesh with the wattage

november 
is cold and bare
but the burning flesh of poems
written as a last meal of release

starts the month sweating
in its tracks
and trees with it.



erin-cilberto
11/3/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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I do love your work my friend. your not afraid to speak the truth.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Day Ago

thank you, drew.

j.
"the burning flesh of poems"...there are times I read through old poems of mine and remember. They were written in what seems like another lifetime...by another heart and hand. Can we ever really "electrocute the discrepancies of what we lost"? I think they stay with us always....and the sparks still sting. Wonderful metaphor. Lydi**

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, Lydi.
j.
I just jumped up on my chair and Im clapping and crying and whole place is staring back at me like lm a mad woman on the loose...but its okay! Its worth it! a gazillion stars, kudos,points, whatever it is...you deserve it!

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Queenie.
j.
A beautiful read. After long time I am reading your poetry but your style still mesmerized me

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, samiha.
j.
Autumn...coming down to the witch of November, whose icy fingers draw us ever nearer to the final run. Brilliant, j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Ted.
j.
The metaphors capture the pure realism of endings.
Weighty verse as the thick of winter bears down on heart & soul.
Here we are again a flicker of transformation and the coming newness of life.
Wondrous Jacob!

Regards,
Al

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Al.
j.
I love the analogy used in this poem. Beautiful!

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Ayushi...
j.
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BBP
Had a very fresh and eerie quality about it. Really enjoyed this one.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, BBP...

j.
wow. This poem is really inspiring. It is very well developed, and it makes you think. Maybe for a poem you could write about beginnings. Just a suggestion!

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

the latter has already been part of the thought process...we'll see what comes, if anything...
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The hades of youth.....love that.

It seems you have no love for November and the coming colder seasons, Jacob. For we do tend to lapse into our hibernating streams of thoughts and emotions when the warmth begins to fade.

All is not lost as you have written. With the heat of our poems and the enduring rage to "not go gentle..." we can survive the bleak months ahead and be reborn come the Spring.

Wonderful writing as always, Jacob.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

interesting, what you say...i appreciate your words, Doodley...

actually November is .. read more
Doodley

1 Week Ago

I can relate. Sometimes in the heat it gets just too hot to even think. And there is something purel.. read more

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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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