Wisp

Wisp

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Wisp

 

a blond guitar's smile

a note of deference

to future chords

she disappeared into the strings of life

of death

body encased

in forever song

the guitar garrulously 

leaning in

 

 

my direction.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/4/2020 

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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music and poetry ... I liked how you brought an instrument to life. A great poem!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you, Heider, appreciate your kind comment.
j.
You give new life to objects, put them in a new light and transcend their reality! Reading your poems today, I think influenced my eyes more than anything! You give new life to roses, umbrellas, prisms and ...! The abstraction works best. The guitar in this piece has a very peculiar personality...
Thank you for sharing your poems. I enjoyed every word. :)

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you so much for your kind review,
j.
The music of someone close is what lives forever inside us as long as we choose to listen - and how to listen and interpret.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your understanding words, Relic.
j.
I really do like the image this one portrays in my head Jacob, of how everyone I've ever seen with a guitar holds it when not playing, just exactly like your deference to future chords.
The leaning in ending reminds me of campfire nights, where things are winding down and the night is coming to an end.
I could even see the fires glow on their faces.
I have an urge to listen to Dylan now 😀

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

funny, your response made me think of John Denver...
and the song he wrote about sitting arou.. read more
Your poetry delivers unforgettable images, vignettes, "whisps" to us with their metaphoric embrace. They hint at things that were loved once and may not be again. "Regrets, I have a few:"- someone sadly sang. Perhaps he was thinking of "a blonde guitar's smile" also...

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Annette,
j.
Incredibly beautiful piece. So touching, especially the final two lines. Makes me feel she wasn't ready. Things were left undone. Lovely writing J.

Chris

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris.
And great pic!
Christine Anne Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you.
This poem is very beautifully written for someone who perhaps died loving you. Leaving forever blonde wisps of love in your heart.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your understanding words, Peston,
j.
For whatever reason,
I think Allman Brothers.
The line which gets me is,
"the guitar garrulously
leaning in"
Duane strumming the guitar.


Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for sharing your thoughts, Jon,
j.
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

Love the Allman Brothers...
Is this music or music is a much deeper sense? Like the music of our lives, the hidden music and patterns in all things. When someone dies we still hear them, that may be a type of music as well.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you, adorno, yes, I still hear her.
Reminds me of how it can feel when we watch someone musically talented throw down some amazing licks & we can't quite believe it, but we kinda see ourselves in what he/she is expressing . . . that dawning amazement & disbelief to realize a song is just for us (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

oh i like this response...an angle i didn't realize was in there but it is. thank you, Margie.
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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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