like unknown soldiers

like unknown soldiers

 

 

feedback leaves

left un-raked

unidentified

colors absorbed

in wet autumns

 

the epiphany of mortality's flight

there are no answers,

 

only questions burning

with the fall smoke

 

we all fall down, eventually

some without a word spoken

then lie there uncomfortably

 

wishing we had been found

among those who could have

identified us as evolving

from a certain tree.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/15/15

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I think the greatest fear most of us have is the fear of being forgotten when we are gone.
I agree that it is deeply insightful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dale.

j.

[Anand Sehgal]

this is a deep, thoughtful write. A great deal of humanism has been packed into it .
Bravo !
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[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Anand,

j.

[...]

Deeply moving, Jacob. Your words penetrate. So glad they are not left unspoken.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, lynn

[W.k.kortas]

And as we go headlong into the autumn years, we are all prone to have our Peggy Lee moment ("Is that all there is?") Succinct and tightly drawn, hits all of the right notes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah peggy lee, yes....from the vault....thank you, W.k.

j.

[Helen Crutchett]

A very fine poem Jacob. Your analogy is creative and enjoyable to read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Helena.

j.

[Chris]

Wonderful interplay of death and autumn working them together the way you did, those middle three stanzas are prime examples of that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Chris.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Incredible. There is no let down Jacob you keep rolling and rolling in thunderous ways.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[jeannemarie coulter]

the epiphany of mortality's flight
there are no answers,

only questions burning
with the fall smoke

drifting without answers in the fall smoke...i loved the four lines that left me so drifting...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, jeannemarie, appreciate your words,

j.

[andrew mitchell]

A lovely write J yes once we are gone that's it, no coming back, no recycling, rebirth, where autumn trees drop leaves then the leaves are reborn in spring

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.

j.

[ANTO]

Fall - Nature's great leveller is just like our own. We melt into the swathes of the dead like so many leaves in the park's wet grass, with nary a second glance but for those who love us.
Wonderful poetry Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, ANTO...

j.