one less blue

one less blue

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


one less blue



a funeral, not bagpipes
but one soft flute
a disconnected note
that was once part of the whole
a moody melody plays in the minds
of those attending the last studio session

the diary's last entry
the search ended for the lost chord
he has found his final rhythmic journey

into a cosmos where Timothy and others
wait for him to join the long distance voyage
and form a new band of souls
in a hard rockin' cloud of vinyl.


erin-cilberto
1/7/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto



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Each one of us have our own Valhalla. Very nice poetic tibute. Loved that last line, it's a gold medal. CD

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you CD ---appreciate your kind words.
j.
I have The Moody Blues greatest hits album on CD. I enjoyed the tribute. Your poetry is outstanding as ever.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you, Fabian...you are a kind and compassionate poet.
j.
The flute note captured my ear and heart..a life passed, changed, now an infinite note..”the last studio session” - amazing metaphor. The last two lines, a celebration of the sound of a life..stellar, poem.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Annette.
j.
Hey Jacob. Been awhile . good to get back to a piece like this. I take this reading as a tribute to that which never dies . one less blue a passing to understanding of the eternal now. What a great thing to read of . Thank you for sharing .

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

i really like how you interpreted this piece, Mark.
appreciate your visit and your words,
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Love they way you use the flute and discorded note. My guess this person was a composer who has passed on and the wording makes this an intriguing piece.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Poetic Beauty.
j.
j. funny how funerals make us remember more than anything else, isn't it? The loss sinks in slowly and we
reminisce about the times we had and mourn the times we'll no longer have. We can only talk amongst ourselves, and once the tears have passed, smile.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Ted,
j.
Brings to mind the song from way back when, "Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you gooooo?" Sounds like you have lost a friend, Jacob. I am sorry for your loss. We are at that age....and it is scary. We sit at a friend's funeral thinking, "who will be next?" Somber write. Lydi**

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
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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