a claim on belief

a claim on belief

 

 

sift the yellow sky

through my fingers

like gold dust,

 

 

i am the dusk of me

shadowing the moon of existence

 

wondering what the point of rising 

 

is, 

 

when the fervor of life 

feels like panning in an empty stream

 

the odds of striking priceless faith

 

waning like the moribund day

toward a black sky.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/27/17

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Pure poetry; lovely poetry.
To me, faith is based on trust; I trust that whatever brought me here, will get me through--a sort of Everyman's Religion.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“I am the dusk of me.” Plaintive, questioning words and telling metaphor and simile use. Why get up in the morning if there is no faith, no hope? “To be or not to be” the poet muses. Hopefully he stakes a “claim on belief” to go on...Kudos!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Annette,
j.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I really appreciated the use of metaphor and smile to bring forth the personality that sees life the way it comes. No surprise. The last two lines are superb. Well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Onyia-ota
j.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka Benson]

You're welcome, Sir!

[marilyn 1225]

disturbing , sad and exquisitely expressed
i feel like this too many early mornings.. you captured it in words!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, marilyn,
j.