on the Oaken inside

on the Oaken inside

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

on the Oaken inside

 

 

 

November reeling

bare trees of a broken heart

stand naked, listless

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/23/17


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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November is the turning point up North. Often, the weather outside reflects our inner emotions. The trees are bare and emotions are raw. Well written. Lydi**

Posted 6 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

thank you, Lydi...
j.
the fact is is that in the Midwest, November has no real authority. It should be cold but it might be warm. Some leaves, although brownish, are still on the trees. You can got to the mall for the rush of Black Friday wearing just a jacket and scarf. But it still reels doesn't it. In fact each season reels from the weight of the previous season like having a new lover with the pictures of the old one still carried in your wallet. //// I never get tired of saying great analogy.....but again, great analogy. dana

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

yes, and that wallet gets pretty full---no more room for the credit cards.
:)))
thank .. read more
Hopefully tired,
and looking towards the winter's rest.
Spring will come again my friend.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Jon...
appreciate your words.
j.
A great tree, its roots living in the dark. As so many people do in the Winter. Perhaps we should see what we see, the beauty of what's there, not what's temporarily gone from it. Tis like saying a woman is only beautiful when she's wearing make-up. Perhaps. 'In rest there is redemption and a gentle re-creation'

There are words and there are words with life.. a beautiful senryu

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

yes, i think you are right....you have such sound philosophy....and mine is so restless.
than.. read more
emmajoy

2 Weeks Ago

Allways has been a real pleasure reading your brevity.. wish i could say so much with so little.. bu.. read more
if listless...then still alive ;) i just finished an oaken bench i have been working on ... the aroma and strength of it fresh in me noodle ...
love ... does strip us down and make addicts of us all ;}
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thanks for sharing...i bet it is a great bench, my friend.

j.
Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

well...i think it is .. check my new avatar ;)
This, this right here, sums my emotions today...as always Jacob, phenomenal! :)

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Poppy...
j.
Stark and apt image.
Sensational senryu!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind review.
j.
Thanksgiving, like many celebratory days is a time for reflection. November is a bleak month as the trees are stripped of their cover. And we as people despite being made of oak inside can still feel denuded and restless as we seek purpose and reason Jacob.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your words, John...
j.
Powerful imagery of loss and emptiness, resonating...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Mr. e--

j.
Such a large picture with so few words! I see a cold windless morning a lonely soul standing among the tall oak trees with bitter memories of a lost love and time just passing slowly as the season changes. Thanks for sharing and Happy Thanksgiving

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, and Happy Thanksgiving back to you, Gejodi.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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