endings

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

Reviews

[Chris]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.

[Saumya]

...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!💖

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Saumya]

You're most welcome, dear Jacob😊

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your philosophy, Dale...thank you...
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed the seasons slip like our lives from our grasp in unrelenting fury as the years progress. Such a lovely metaphor.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John.
j.

[Paul Bell]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

j.

[Ardra]

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 :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Neville]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and i enjoy your interpretations, Neville....there is no right or wrong in poetry...it belongs to the reader...and it is how the poem and the reader relate...
thanks for the read and the words.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

'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'..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Yumna...
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome, Jacob :)

[Einstein Noodle]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, E.

j.