a pick in my pocket of keepsakes

a pick in my pocket of keepsakes

 

 

counsel on a six-string

melodic sounds

a therapist whispers

a song,

her brown eyes gamble

I win,

she departs life's venue

 

no encore

except in my imagination

her fingers still curl the chords

 

in reliant repose.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/2/23

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Yes, and when you add the bass and the snare you have a council that also offers counsel. Myself, I like the simple six string council as expressed in your interesting poem.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Winston,
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Jacob,

There is a sadness here, a remorse of missing something highly valued, now lost, to never be had or held, ever again, for no one loves to be played, or used, as fools, or mere tools of gaining and attaining that which is desired in unquenchable, insatiable, want of more of all those worldly things of which can be purchased and bought, but can never buy one love (The Beatles: Can't Buy Me Love: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIDMqq_fH8U) ... Excellent Poetry, here, my friend ... But it is, indeed, sad that the most powerful inspiration of Muse seems to come from those things that cause us the greatest pain, the greatest sense of loss ... Of this, I do know ...

Marve

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I know you know and you understand...
thank you, Marve,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

The author is keeping a pick to thrum the cords of his imagination of once was, still prevalent.
I love it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Sami...I appreciate you.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob.

[Soren]

Romantic, enigmatic, this one strums the deeper chords of the soul and has many layers in the melodic harmony of life. I particularly loved
"no encore
except in my imagination
her fingers still curl the chords
in reliant repose.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel they do...thank you, Soren.
j.