the grip of love

the grip of love

 

 

water logged infants

cling to stone cold mothers

but screaming hearts 

still beat,

 

hurricane havoc rips the umbilical chord

from blue eyed innocents

and reaching hands go silent

as war torn breasts

 

her last smile floats

in harmony with his first words

years will pass,

and polluted rivers will clear

 

and he will reflect in another decade

on a storm with an Uncle sounding name

 

and try to remember what she called him

before the bubbles quit rising.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/30/17

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Stunning & stark! Conjures up so many waterlogged struggles & impending tragedies! I love the way your words sound so unique & yet recognizable, too. Just a tiny taste of what thousands are going thru! *sigh!* (((HUGS)))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Margie...

j.

[kitty]

Brings to the fore the sadness of recent disasters and those to come. Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, kitty,

j.

[kitty]

U R most heartily welcome!

[Tom]

Deeply poignant indeed, within the ravages of such a destructive malevolent force, one can only pray to God for assistance and hope he hears? Alas, it's not always the case!

Soul searching poetry Jacob, your candid words are deeply moving and covey heartfelt sympathy to all so tragically touched by such chronic catastrophe!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Tom.
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

If sadness could just briefly smile but that's what makes it sad.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Al....

j.

[divya]

and he will reflect in another decade
on a storm with an Uncle sounding name

and try to remember what she called him
before the bubbles quit rising.

Your words convey such deep sadness here...it breaks the heart.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kindness, DIVYA...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jacob you have chosen one of the many poignant tales of 'Uncle Harvey' and told it with a sober pathos which resonates so perfectly.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You describe another Apocalypse in a string of them now. One after another, the lifeblood runs. Dead babies, dead mothers, dead. God help these people. People help God by helping these people...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, so many volunteers, good neighbors....people helping people during this crisis....just wish people would do it all the time...not just during disasters...thank you, Annette.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

So sad, this loss of life and homes and memories...just enough to make anyone cry. I went in a local store tonight and all the cases of water were gone. The manager said, someone came in and bought them all. I said, good. I knew where it was bound. They still had gallon jugs so I bought a few of those.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

makes me cringe just to think that my parents lived in Port Arthur during the late seventies and early eighties....such devastation.
thank you, Fabian.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My oldest daughter is in Texas but thankfully far from the impacted areas...she was living in Austin just a few years ago.