strands of inspiration

strands of inspiration

 

 

crisp colorful leaves,

crisper, more colorful metaphors

falling

throughout the poem's dense foliage

standing in orange and gold symbol

 

we find the upright maples and oaks

tall and bending in frozen wind

and then it's over

the white horizon is coming

the chilblains disrupt the pen's grip

 

find me when the thaw greets

a spring gesture

in welcoming smile

i shall wave from across the clearing

and we will write again.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/2/22

Reviews

[duff]

A beautiful time here in the mountains. The colors a draw for everyone. You can feel the leaves like a blanket in this one. Nice work Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, duff,
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

There is an old fashioned feel to this one. The cold making it difficult for the writer to hold his pen...and then deciding not to write till springtime! There is a romantic feel to the last stanza...as if the writer waits for a woman's inspiration and the warmth of love. I liked it. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like your take on this one, Lydi...
thanks so much for taking the time with it.
read moreI really like your take on this one, Lydi...
thanks so much for taking the time with it.
j.

[KWP]

Hi Jacob,
I am sitting here watching the tropical rain fall at the end of the day, currently in Krabi, Thailand. Days get very hot here so the rain is alway welcome.

I have just escaped another Sydney winter - which is mild compared to some areas in the US, but I am not a fan of cold.

Your poem is a true testament to the comings and goings of the seasons and how we must adapt - I shall bring my welcoming smile for
you, I will
also bring an abundance of warmth and even some inspiration too.

Thanks for checking out my peom. Always treasure your thoughts x xx

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, KWP...
j.

[Robert Haigh]

A beautifully descriptive poem, Jacob, speaking not only of winter's coming chill, but of each writer's periods of winter, as they/we are shunned by the muse, and nothing worthwhile seems to flow from the pen. But, spring will arrive, and so will fresh inspiration! I enjoyed the read!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Robert,
j.

[Ken e Bujold]

makes me think of the islands in the sun I find are the only balms against winter's blustery waves

ken

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ken,
j.

[W.k.kortas]

Describes "locking time" and being frozen out by the muse just so. Splendid stuff.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, W.k. .
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Having lived in the south or the desert I had to look up chilblains. A curious word. For me, it's not so much the cold but the lack of daylight that does me in.

Thanks for introducing me to an new word.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Winston...and you are welcome.
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

How can one not be inspired by winter. Her kiss as cold as death, her touch as indifferent as a thawing ice. She hides behind the drops of rain in hopes to chill our false disdain. In glamour she's serendipitous, while being quite precipitous. But alas, my poet friend, you're correct in your refrain. Perhaps it's best to wait till Spring, to finally write these words again. Ps...I've never seen a New York winter. I hear they're quite beautiful. CLE

[jacob erin-cilberto]

They are pretty in New York state...in the city....hard to see too much...thank you, Carlos.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Sounds as though autumn has come to Illinois. I think the speaker is attempting to make literary hay while the sun is yet shining, which is good, for the sap stops rising in winter, which is a great symbol for a block.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

It will be a difficult Winter... as Politicians skate on the Frozen Ice of Indifference.
The Hope of Spring that Crocus bring will be the Saving Grace of Birds building Nests to raise a family where young musicians learn to sing their songs and Robins look for worms. We will Band together with the soft Beat of a Woodpecker when Hearts melt into the Heather. God Save our World. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Ues. a very difficult year it's been.
thank you, Pat....maybe He will listen.
j.