your guitar leaning in the corner of my mind

your guitar leaning in the corner of my mind

 

 

 

the wine is spilled

like cherry colored milk

the tears at the bottom of the bottle

one last gulp, played in sordid chord

 

now i am drunk on your memory

i can still feel the fire in your eyes

the one that consumed you one night

that last cigarette you lit

before your life passed out

in a charred ruin

 

and i open another shade

of Red, and sip a glance at your photo

recalling

for countless hours,

and through another empty bottle of dreams

you never had a chance to consume,

 

now we drink a toast to friendship,

your imaginary glass touches mine

just like your lips used to brush my cheek

 

and i smile to the darkness

knowing the music in your spirit

is smiling back.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/1/16

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

The title called me quickly to something so familiar. A Sort of haunting.
When my guitar is out of it's case and leaned in a corner. I can feel it almost talking and begging to commune with me.I can't look at it without feeling it's wanting and craving to be held and make music together.

I was sort of disappointed while reading your text thinking:"but how could she not want to be played with melodious love?"
Then .. to my wonderful finding at last..... with time she too is smiling on what memory of what once was played so melodiously. HappY Happy Ending and no disappointing allusions.
I hope someday my guitar smiles back at me. But not till I'm dead or it'll scare me to death too early :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very interesting interpretation of this..i thank you for that...

j.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Wow, look at you.

What a way to start the new year.

This poem is amazing I like the metaphors that you used about releasing the spirits from the bottle of wine.

And this, you swang to the fences with a homerun,

"and i smile to the darkness
knowing the music in your spirit
is smiling back."

This is the type of poetry that reminds me that literature writings is fiction and that the bible writings are real because I know that you are not a dark writer.

Congratulations You have motivated me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Anika

j.

[B]

A wild write like a rock and roll

They come together to move away

tumbling between love and friendship

when they are both certain they only long for one another and would be ever so healed by being close again

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Nisreen...
j.

[V]

What a beautiful piece of writing. The image is wonderful, a cherished memory wrapped in such nice words. I can really create a picture in my mind, I think you are a great poetic storyteller.
I also think the title is pretty; chosen well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, mimi...
j.

[V]

As always, you're welcome :) I just like to read your poems ;)

[The Twin Arenas]

the wine is spilled

like cherry colored milk


that's a great opening, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Waconda,

j.

[Cherry]

Somehow the melodies between you both have agreed in the end. What I interpret as a candlelight dinner of sorts leaves me sad. The candle in real life has gone out, the wine is only imaginary and the words once heard are no longer audible. It is only the spirit that remains. You always write effective poems and I'm always impressed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Cherry,

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

The poignancy in this one is so strong, Jacob. The reflection, the loss of someone who was once in your life...someone you obviously miss so much. You described this bittersweet scene so perfectly. I could see you toasting to the memories. Wonderful. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lydi...

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh the memories can get us no doubt ..and the wine sneak right up without a sound ;) and lets be friends ...yeh right! it can sometimes be done ...and end up being worth it ..but i hold my Norma's position on this mostly ... say goodbye ...shut the door ;)) the guitar in the corner of my mind is so concrete ..it demanded that i do just that ...like trying a shirt on for size and see what it does ...for me it opens a regular mansion of rooms and halls and secret passageways ..distance notes of various shades .. some spooky enough to cause me to give it a bit more time ;)
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, E.

j.

[A hare off]

Memories, happy or sad, all need a soundtrack too. Your poem is sad to me, but as long as the music never dies, there will always be some good. Nice Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and she will always be in a corner of my mind, thank you, A hare.

j.

[alifeacoustic]

Yet again Jacob, your words strike a chord with forgotten memories being conjured up by my mind, of the memories of then and now, as the bottle slowly empties and is replaced by another, which will continue the journey of memory, until sleep takes her from you, or brings you back to her.
As always, superb.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, alife.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

A charred memory told in the elegance of friendship.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend.

j.