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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Coffee holds its flavor well as Fall grows into our existence. Sometimes the mourning Windows echo with loss, sometimes a voice is found for a heartbleat.

You had me thinking Jacob... thanks man.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.
...And at the end, it's all about being best adaptable and abide by nature and its laws."

For nature makes sure, nobody who has ever loved it, maybe be hated or rejected by any of its elements,.As far as it's pleased by one's acts😊

What a beautiful thought, and an indeed serene piece to read! Thankyou for sharing this poem, dear Jacob 😊
Loved it!💖

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

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

2 Weeks Ago

You're most welcome, dear Jacob😊
Thankfully unlike nature we can change our fate to a degree... well except the fate of aging, there can only hope to find ways to keep young at heart by keeping a positive and playful attitude.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

i like your philosophy, Dale...thank you...
j.
A picture painted that will not include arcing tears; the only thing I regret about reading this brilliantly fashioned piece.
Work whose utter quality demands admiration.



Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy.
j.
Indeed the seasons slip like our lives from our grasp in unrelenting fury as the years progress. Such a lovely metaphor.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your words, John.
j.
I swear to god, as humans we must have hibernated at some point. November brings the dark nights here. The temperature drops. We put on more layers of clothes than a polar bear could cope with. But it does give us more time to write. ( I dream the sun) Feeling better already.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for sharing, Paul...
glad you are feeling better already...

j.
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

mmm these lines spoke to me more than the others....

we all want to fight the cold of November...find some warmth ... to have the fireplace buring with wood and curled up into our loved ones...we all want that...to find that comfort to keep us warm...

thank you for always sharing such thought provoking poetry :)

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Galadriel...
j.
These words that you have somehow crafted into the wonderfully atmospheric and otherwise seasonal poem, that which also more than just scratches the surface of mans eventual predicament and associated anxieties 'Endings' jacob just took my breath away. If I might one day craft such a poem, I would be a happy man.........That applies even if I may have read it wrong, all the same I am happy with my interpretations, N

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

and i enjoy your interpretations, Neville....there is no right or wrong in poetry...it belongs to th.. read more
'november
is cold and bare
but the burning flesh of poems
written as a last meal of release'

Like always, I'm left in awe of the way you write.
Love your expression 'hades of youth'..

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Yumna...
j.
Dr. YumnaKay

2 Weeks Ago

You're welcome, Jacob :)
man oh man ..into the ol' library with thisone ..love this especially:
"or the hades of youth, again"
i would never, never never go back to that youth :)))) all the turmoil of it, however, has given deeper peace to me now ...and this:
"but the burning flesh of poems
written as a last meal of release"
is brilliant says i! one of those things i wish i had thought of .. strong strong closing as well .. really enjoy this read sir!
E.


Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review, E.

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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