What Occurred as the Oak Grew Separate

What Occurred as the Oak Grew Separate

 

 

 

 

 

it was a warm charade

beneath the frosted mask

beneath the frosted self

 

and then a Blue Jay

crept closer

flew into her soul

 

dominant creatures

with wings of fallacy

the truth an unattained worm

 

the nest 

an upheaval 

of what once flew steady and content

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/1/23

Reviews

[redzone]

I ate a worm once... it was raw, ugly, and had this muddy taste... it was a disheartening experience, since the worm looked so fat and juicy, alas.... er... wait it's your poem I should be talking about... sorry Jacob, but your poem just enticed my reminiscing... so, forget fake worms and let's look at facades... is there a difference??!!

about this Blue Jay... first off they are blue, and nasty birds, tormenting all the smaller songbirds with screeches that would make blood curdle, all to get that fat old worm... and... and... where was I?? oh yes your poem... sorry Jacob, I need more coffee, my brain is stuck in a time loop about facades, worms and birds...

your poems often take me on tangents, which, in my book, makes them fine works of art Jacob!!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am glad the poems can take you somewhere...that is always my intent. No certain place, only where the readers seem to go with them.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Perhaps I'm in low ebb right now but - seems to me that whatever can be fractured and by whatever fractured is flawed beforehand. Beauty can be a killer; surely a thin facade can be is easily cracked. Will re-think through the day and, perhaps return if your metaphors end up by running me to the ground, jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, em, but I hope I never would run you into the ground...that would be so impolite of me.read moreThank you, em, but I hope I never would run you into the ground...that would be so impolite of me.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Shades of Genesis in this one. This relationship was compromised by a blue jay, not a serpent, but the result was the same. Those "wings of fallacy" caused rupture and upheaval in a once secure relationship. Somebody needs to invent a security system that will bar these creatures. AI, now's your chance.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, very much like Genesis...
connections...connections...you always get me, John.
j.

[Alla Antsis]

Inspire mind and lift the heart! Of coarse blue jay - a messenger to get a grasp with self....Love it! Thank you for the imagery

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Alla,
j.

[NormaZ]

I love the opposites, warmth behind a frosted mask, and the idea of the bluejay flying into her soul which leads to upheaval. I thought that things that touch our soul sometimes upsets the applecart, and things are not content any longer.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your insightful words, NormaZ.
j.

[Kane Hagwood]

I have fond memories of Blue Jays with my grandfather when I was a kid. To see them used a a metaphor makes me happy. Although the interpretation feels open, it echos a sense of heavy regret, painted in a picture of cold winter. Thank you for sharing your poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for sharing about your grandfather...
they do give us fond memories, don't they.read moreThank you for sharing about your grandfather...
they do give us fond memories, don't they.
j.

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

I love metaphoric writes, This is wonderful.
"Of what once flew steady and content" Feels like a sense of solitude or maybe a hint of loneliness.
Really wonderful write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Meg!
j.

[Chris Shaw]

The blue Jay flew into her soul uninvited, where he took over. She lost her wings and her ability to fly. The tide has turned. Freedom is a precious thing. I am racking my brains for the title of this movie. This piece gives me imagery of snow melting after a hard winter. I love the use of metaphor here J. Lovely piece.


Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Chris,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

A Bluejay flew into her Soul… as her Nest was feathered with imperfection… after the Winter Snow… there may be a reconciliation. Who knows… which way the Wind blows. softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Reconciliations are quite nice, quite comforting.
thank you, Pat,
j.

[Soren]

Such a great metaphor for the cold that creeps into relationships, whether emotional or business and the commotion it causes. Whether descriptive of nature or a metaphor a great write Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Soren,
j.