falling upwards

falling upwards

 

 

placate the soreness

amazing grace

the sky blue

is your view

 

looking up at the down

the blessing to have had you around

 

clouds align

in line

kerchiefs clutched for tears

 

there is rain in February.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/19/2021

Reviews

[Cassie]

Seems this February rain is everywhere although for me its been raining in my heart, Jacob how are you doing?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am sorry for your rain...

me too...Mom's birthday was Feb. 19...memories you know?
thank you,
j.

[Cassie]

Sorry about that..Peace

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Blue rain, as I picture it. A good cry helps sometimes. Washing us from within. Letting the soreness ease. I loved your words here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Dhara,
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

Love the imagery in this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Poetic Beauty,
j.

[DIVYA]

Memories are such untimely things, bringing unseasonal rain....Sometimes it feels as if all of Nature conspires to make us weep. I certainly teared up, reading this poem, my friend. Wishing you lots of smiles today.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the review, and the wish, my friend....same back at ya...
j.

[light and ashes]

beautiful, the ending really makes this writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, light,
j.

[light and ashes]

You're welcome

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Yes, there has been much rain in February and snow too. I find these words so relatable. They remind me of my brother in law's passing. It was so good to have him around. Touching write Jacob. Pierces the heart's defences.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I know you can relate, Chris...and I am so sorry for your loss.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, there is Rain and a bit of Icy Snow in February.
We could use Feet like the Birds who never have trouble slipping off branches of Ice. They seem to Ice Skate on the Snow as if they were in a Disney Show. When we retire-- it seems we are always looking up-- wondering what Secrets the Sky has written today...
behind the dark grey clouds of February. Learning how to dance around the house as if we were a
Broadway Star. Be Brave and keep looking up.
tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

My show would be an Off-Broadway fiasco.
Imagine if we WERE all birds...
and everyone went to the store at once to get seed...the shelves would be empty, and soon the trees would be empty.
Thank you, Pat
You may have given me another idea for a poem.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

I will be checking all the Branches of the busiest Tree... wearing a Mask... Pat