Elizabeth

Elizabeth

 

 

 

leaves cover my yard

like remnants of fall's sorrow

spring might stretch its eyes

over the past,

bridging the future blooms

of unrest

to step aside

 

I remember you curled up beside me

autumn scent, your hair

sifting through my fingers

as I touch the veins of how I knew you then

some lines of poetry

get longer with the spring hours

 

as the clock moves forward

even when dreams

stopped ticking

long before the sound of mowers

fill the complacent afternoons

 

with a manicured verse.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/19/22

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"remember you curled up beside me
autumn scent, your hair
sifting through my fingers
as I touch the veins of how I knew you then"

J. this poem is so deeply moving-a celebration and a mourning of perhaps the love of your life. So personal, emotional, elegant. Deft metaphor, imagery- I cannot praise this enough my friend. Your tears shine through it. Elizabeth is listening, and smiling...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Annette...yes, she was special for a lot of reasons.
j

[Chris Shaw]

Elizabeth, must have been special. These lines are so touching and speak to me of a loss that is still felt. Beautifully penned J.

when dreams stopped ticking, - love that line.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very much so, Chris,
thank you,
j.

[John the Baptist]

There are loves and then there are loves. This one seems to have been special. You could have had worse memories.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John...very special...
j.

[JE Falcon]

Such touching words with relatable visions. ... "some lines of poetry --- get longer with the spring hours". Well said, Sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, JE,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

So sweet and so sad. The magic and the melancholy mix in memory...the love, the loss and the lingering memories. I can completely relate.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she was, well, she was.
thank you, Fabian,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes? are you calling me? that's my real name! I love your image of autumn... great metaphors....and the the memories of a lost love..."as I touch the veins of how I knew you then"....as the days grow long...so does my poetry...."even before lawns are mowed" to look manicured, just like your verse.
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Betty....I appreciate your kind words,
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and yes, I suspected you were an Elizabeth.
She was from Poland....knew her back in the eighties and nineties up until we lost her to cancer.
So much of that, too much.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome J

[Patricia]

This is warm and kind and filled with clever lines, I was actually left wanting more but I like that, it keeps mw coming back here to this page.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Elaine....one of the more personal writes...guess yesterday was the day for it.
j.

[M. J. Smith]

People come and go from our lives. And some leave permanent imprints on our hearts. We enshrine them like precious idols. This is a beautiful hymn to such a person.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, very special....thank you, M.J.,
j.