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A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


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mother in autumn

in Pendleton stance

1957 smile

 

in the cool breeze

of my childhood

we drove to where you stood

 

mother in autumn

your eyes approach the golden leaves

even now as breath

falls from you in maple design

 

and I call your name.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/8/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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Beautiful..............sad.

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you, Light...I think of her so often.
j.
light and ashes

3 Months Ago

I'm sure you do..
Mixture of memories. One of the sight, and another one from you.
Both precious.

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you, Jon,
I am sure my mom smiled down on your reply.
j.
Perfect description of how a photograph can transport us back when it happened, when the man becomes the boy he used to be again and the world isn't nearly as complicated. Perfectly captured.. Excuse the pub.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Lorry

3 Months Ago

Pun.. Excuse the piun. 😊
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

wasn't nearly as complicated...that is simply the truth...we had our old two tone '57 Oldsmobile...b.. read more
that is a beautiful snapshot if ever I read one! perfect penning Jacob

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you, brother bunny,
j.
This isn't just a good poem, it affects the emotions.

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you, Relic.
j.
Old photos can indeed evoke memories even after many decades have passed. The poet here looks upon a picture of his mother in 1957. It may have been taken in autumn, but I think what is being communicated is that she was in middle age then. The golden leaves mentioned probably refer to old age, which she was approaching. The breath falling from her means the gradual ebbing of life that is an inescapable part of aging; the cool breeze of childhood represents the poet's own aging process. The last line is very poignant, showing that love does not die.

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

Oh I really like this interpretation...it extends to future...
she was 35 in the photo...
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The pictures we frame in our minds are so very beautiful....the past lives on undisturbed, in all its glory till we live...

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you for your words, AJ,
j.
Time freezes in photographs and the memory. I also sometimes go through the old albums only to revive the past memories and relive them once again. This poem is so touchy....

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Dreamer,
j.
Autumn and images of your mum had a sepia feel. ever so nicely done J.

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

thank you, andrew,
j.
you paint a lovely image
of autumn in all its glory
a freeze-frame photo of
of maple design touching
the memory of bygone times .

nicely expressed;.

Posted 3 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Months Ago

Thank you, Fran,
j.

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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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