Stairway

Stairway

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Stairway


the archives come forward
a heart filled with attic dust
sneezes love on the walls of sorrow
as it peeks out
                       that little window
of grief, ascending to heaven

with only a candle flicker
to espouse the journey.


erin-cilberto
5/16/2021

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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So poignant this one Jacob. A heart filled with attic dust hurts. So many memories of the past stored there. The imagery of that candle flicker sticks. I have many who have taken that trip on the stairway to heaven. Never forgotten.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Yes, we will never forget them...I hope my latest works aren't too depressing.
thank you for .. read more
"Sneezes love on the wall of sorrow." That one is probably not going to win the Pulitzer for happy images. And that's the happiest one in the whole poem!

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

damn, and here I thought that line was a shoe-in for the prize....oh well...I will try to get happie.. read more
As though something stored away in the mind is too heavy to come to the light of day.

Nive one. I like the metaphor within this.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Relic,
j.
The end of life is nearing, memories dusted off, but still loved; a last peek out the small basement window of grief; in wait of the ascending journey to peace. Remarkable poem with poignant imagery.
Best
B

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Betty,
j.
Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

You're quite welcome J.
great analogy. there are lots of things stored in attics and going there to retrieve pieces of the past is a cobwebbed experience. i guess that's why we don't go up into them very often. the house i grew up in had pull down stairs in the ceiling to get into the attic. i could see a longing face pressed against the glass like a lost soul ... :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

yes, "a cobwebbed experience" for sure.
Thank you for your words, Pete.
yes, attics, i.. read more
For some reason I picture an older woman in a faded wedding gown staring out an attic window wistfully thinking of that lost love ... waiting for her "candle" to flicker out so she can begin her new adventure.

Well done j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

OH, I like the picture you painted for me with your review. Thank you, Ted,
j.
dear Jacob... an added note:
Roger’s sister Priscilla is a Mother of a son and daughter and a Grandmother of five grandchildren. She has suffered from heartbreak in Romance and now she will Dance 💃 in the Clouds of the hereafter... Your poem is a stone etched with tears. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


dear Jacob... I do not Cry easily in my later years... but your words do bring tears. Roger’s sister only 76 is in the last stages of lung cancer... She is on a Stairway where there will be no pain when she reaches her destination... She is an Artist 👩‍🎨 and a Novelist who has left her heart prints on this Earth. Prayer beads are in my Pocket over my Heart. With tears 😭 we will remain... Your poetry seems to reflect her struggle... Priscilla and Roger grew up in Staten Island... close to the hustle and bustle of Life as we know it. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Yes, she will dance in the hereafter...I am so sorry that my words brought tears, Pat...
j.
Patricia Wedel

1 Month Ago

dearest Jacob... we celebrate our life on this earth...
and tears can be beautiful and expre.. read more
I love when song titles spring to mind from words that haven't been heard in way too long. There is a light that never goes out by the smiths is becoming my latest earworm as we ehm, type...
My flame is now an ember glow of a wick that used to be. At least I think that's what she shouted as she slammed the door shut one last time 😊

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Lorry....slammed doors...always the words not said.
j.
Love never goes away,
but remains a fli1cker in the soul.
A heartfelt write.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your understanding words, Melinda,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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