in October, one year

 

in October, one year

 

 

 

an errant pose

Pendleton jacket

swarming leaves swirl

around without touching

that heart

trying to warm to her surroundings

 

the smile is patchwork

like her quilts

soft but stern

colors to slip under

on the coldest eves

 

eavesdropping on conversations

hearing them from the other room

some muffled regard

like feelings trying to burst through a seam

 

I remember her dignified stance

eyes of love filled with distance

damn, I wanted to hug her

 

for real.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/19/22

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This is your mother. I remember that very beautiful photograph and the vibrant colour of the maple leaves. I picture you looking at that photograph and often. I have photographs too now I will look at and remember my own mum. I don't think that is a loss you recover from. The ache remains. Such lovely poetry J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Probably my favorite pic of her.
And yes, you will have many photographs to keep close at hand and heart, Chris,
j.

[William Michael Reeves]

Colors are dripping into everything I read lately. And death. And I guess they always have been there. I hope you did hug her, for real.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Bill....
j.

[Patricia]

Again this is emotionally powerful with an outstanding ending! So much great writing coming from that pen…impressive

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and I suppose you know where this came from based on the pic I sent you of her by the maple tree in autumn.
thank you, Patricia...
j.

[Patricia]

she is beautiful

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Patricia...
j.

[M. J. Smith]

A stranger in a strange land...
This is how this strikes me. Odd even for me, I guess. And certain hearts often seek to comfort lost souls. Nicely done, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, M.J.
j.