one-woman band

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

Reviews

[light and ashes]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, angel...
j.

[light and ashes]

You're welcome Jacob.

[Patricia Wedel]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind response, Pat,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

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...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir....

[barleygirl]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Margie.
j.

[Lorry]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the blues...and B.B. King...my second ex danced with him once in a bar in NY City...
i am sure the person for whom this was written is looking down from up there and smiling at all the responses...
she had a great voice..and could really make her guitar sing.
j.

[Lorry]

I met him, and Koko Taylor, in Chicago at the blues festival, almost 20 years ago. My then fiance surprised me with the tickets as an engagement present, and even talked them into coming over to meet me and have a drink. Best hour of my life. Truly modest, kind people who treated me like the star because we came from deepest, darkest Scotland.
They also signed headshots, which i still have... Unlike my fiance, whatever her name was 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what ever her name was...thank God for the Blues and B.B....

[Pryde Foltz]

That little tune we play for just one person. Glorious piece of brevity, Jacob:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Pryde,
j.

[Michael Oliver]

Beautifully done Jacob - such a delicate woven piece - Thanks

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Michael...
j.

[R.E. Ray]

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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she could do that...thank you for your words, R.E.
j.

[Rhayne]

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'.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Rhayne,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

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**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lydi,
j.