one-woman band

one-woman band

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


one-woman band

 

 

your finely tuned guitar

six strings and smile in your voice

love letters from up North

the scent of your lyrics

the ink splattered sound of tears

pages rustle

like October leaves

 

you strum my memory

every day

that guitar only plays

 

in my heart.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/20/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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This is really unique and beautiful. It also flows really well, and it is unlike any love poem I've read before. Lovely work.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, angel...
j.
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light and ashes

1 Year Ago

You're welcome Jacob.
The sounds of Guitar strings on clouds of memory
seem to play the rhythm of bygone days where
her voice rustles like the wind through golden red
leaves falling gently through time. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind response, Pat,
j.
A romantic note from the poet's past. A lady, a band and a smile that turned his world upside down. It conjures up the soft memory with the six strings lifting up. Marvelous sir Jacob...

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Sami,
j.
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

You are welcome sir....
LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! What else can be said? I can feel what it might be like (delightful) to be singing melody or harmony here (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Margie.
j.
I am now wondering if we all have a tune strumming in the background of our minds, that likes the spotlight a little too much and eagerly awaits those dramatic solo, spotlit moments that time travels back to the collection of moments we shared. If i werent tone deaf i would have a number one hit on my hands... Well, mind.
The image of tears hitting paper, making ink and mind bleed really resonates. I half expected the word 'fin" to flash up in black and white.
Incidentally, the tune i have in my head after reading is B. B. King's second hand woman.


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

love the blues...and B.B. King...my second ex danced with him once in a bar in NY City...
i a.. read more
Lorry

1 Year Ago

I met him, and Koko Taylor, in Chicago at the blues festival, almost 20 years ago. My then fiance su.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

what ever her name was...thank God for the Blues and B.B....
That little tune we play for just one person. Glorious piece of brevity, Jacob:)

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Pryde,
j.
Beautifully done Jacob - such a delicate woven piece - Thanks

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Michael...
j.
A solo act our mind replays in the dark, her fingers always on the right strings, lifting or drowning our heart. She's a poetess with a bluesy voice, who can rhyme and sing us to smiles or tears. Think it's time to find something on that playlist and listen with some whiskey. A soulful piece, J.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

she could do that...thank you for your words, R.E.
j.
Old-fashion love from a distance. Very nice. My favorite line is 'you strum my memory every day, that guitar only plays in my heart'.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Rhayne,
j.
A reflective romantic one, Jacob. "The ink splattered sound of tears"....heavy sigh. Remembering at certain times of the year can bring on the blues. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year 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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