melodies in the dust

melodies in the dust

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

melodies in the dust



the composer decomposes
wretched scent of unfinished symphonies
the notes rotting in his mind before reaching accord
with his intentions

finicky follies of shaky strings
woodwinds with bark of brevity
and gusts of 
irrelevant synapses in suffrage
there are no melodies on which to vote

septic copyrights,
solos sent packing in midnight reverie
bones reveal brazen scars
in sickly tone

the music plays on without him
as he is buried in his orchestra's pit
his skeletal fingers still going through the motion

of writing movements in the time
he thought he had left.



erin-cilberto
12/3/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto



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Aloha jacob, so thoughtful and sad. Your words made me think of all the words I’ve tried to write recently - written into the wind and never quite right, but the process had been a necessity.
Always a learning moment to read your work. Lots to admire. Many mahalo my friend. Izzy x

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you much for your kind words, Izzy,

j.
Clearly a. creative process cleverly crafted with worded thoughts in motion poetry thank you for this excellent work

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Kent,
j.
Writing is needed for the some of us.
"the music plays on without him
as he is buried in his orchestra's pit
his skeletal fingers still going through the motion"
I liked the description above. Thank you Jacob for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are welcome Jacob.
dear Jacob... it is comforting to know ... the woodwinds will play peacefully as the orchestra flows like a stream of unfinished songs. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Pat.
j.
Time, we always think we have more than we do. I enjoyed the alliterative cadence in your poem, as well as the imagery.


Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Anne.
it is so good to see you here again.
j.
This is a hauntingly beautiful and sad composition j. Such stellar and pathos-filled metaphors and lines. How fragile, how skeletal we really are. Playing, writing into the wind. You have captured this fragility perfectly and left us listening to lingering notes that were left unwritten. Master Class work written as only you can.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Annette.
j.
So many parts of this I like. "Septic copyrights" for instance but the whole is just incredible Jacob. wish I had written it. The music that is left echoing. Just inceredible.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

you are so kind, Ken...thank you for your words.
j.
damn jacob!!! must be the dreary grey days of winter lending cabin fever to all ;) dark, macabre music from the crypt ;) especially like your powerful, poignant closing couplet :) such a tragedy when the maestro goes to the grave :(((((((((
E.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, E.
j.
Your lines have a feel of don't put off until tomorrow what you could be doing today. A feel of time passing by and none of us in control of how long we have left. Made me think of all my unfinished poems Jacob.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

i hope you find time and the leaning to finish them, Chris...i so like your work.
thank you.<.. read more
I can hear all those cricks and creaks and flutters...what a magical moment in the making:) Finding beauty in what he thought he had left...

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, Crippled Queen,
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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