December Song

December Song

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

December Song


too poor to sing carols
I could stand by a pine
but not my own
the lights strung by the moon

dark testament
to the new Yule
used to live where
electricity was not a gift
to find under the tree

but a necessity procured
with mean green
that is now unseen

my heart is trying to sing today
but a pine cone hit me in the head
to remind me

this winter tree has its own 
green dressed in white

and I am painfully aware of my blight
as I shiver within
and without

it will be January soon
and I wonder if 
I will see February
by the light of the moon
or heaven.


erin-cilberto
12/25/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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................. there is a distinctive chill that runs throughout this song .. you literally made this old fella shiver jacob ...... nice tho' ..

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your understanding, Neville,
j.
about the only plus side of things for me at this time of year is that the days are getting longer and heading in the right direction

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

yes, heading in the right direction...thank you, Dave,
j.
There is a sadness and coldness to this poem. I hate January- it is so depressing. I feel some of that conveyed here. The winter trees as you note, might have their secrets and ideas. I think poetry might be the best way to tap into that.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your words, adorno,
j.
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A very poignant write here. As the snow covered tree has its green under cover likewise hope in every diminishing light. Faith is the torch in the darkest of dark.. Feeling sad...

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

yes, faith is the torch...thank you, Dreamer,
j.
The last verse has an ominous sound to it. Hope it is only metaphoric.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

metaphoric...thanks, John,
j.
Hello Jacob. Many lonely people, many homeless. Here in Michigan, they try to ensure the poor are warm and safe. Winter is here in Michigan. Many folks will need a helping hand. Thank you my friend for sharing the powerful poem with a message.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I tip my had to Michigan...you have some really good leaders there...and some kind people, like your.. read more
The Christmas that passed by as the rivers began to fill with people left behind.
Isn't that the way it's been since time and memorial. Greater faiths than mine will have an answer, they usually wear gold crosses.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Paul.
j.
Beautiful.....This is a really great write. It is as lonely as it is genius.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Light.
This paints a picture of a dark Christmas, no joy in this one; what people take for granted is simply not here( i.e. lights, money, etc) very barren and painful inside and out; how long will this go on? Will I be evicted ? Starve ,or die?

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your thoughtful reply, Betty.
j.
Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

You’re quite welcome Jacob🙏
My favorite part of this poem is how you point out that heat/power/electricity isn't the "given" that it might've once been for many who are no longer in the green. Lots of people are scrimping on heat, including me. I love how your poem sounds playfully flippant & ironic (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Margie.
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 a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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