for all the ghosts

for all the ghosts

 

 

 

it's late in the early morning 

of a derisive sun

 

i am coming undone

my heart mourning

 

empathy for hundreds of thousands rising

drafts of poems that cannot express adequately

 

the feelings drearily 

but directly comprising

 

the forfeiture of heart

a cold dread

 

for all those dead

composing my art

 

it's late in the early morning

of a derisive sun

 

i am a moon child rhyming poorly

the forfeiture of heart

a cold dread

too many dead

 

and a moon with no influence

to stop the derisive sun

 

and let us breathe again.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/26/2020          

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

If only that sun could speak for us as it looks down upon what we do as nations and individuals. See what we have endured in love and in our battle to stay sane amid everyday turmoils and worldly disasters. But there it still hangs despite the days we endure. And the intensity of the angst hanging about the shoulders of every nation with covid-19 raises demons of recall about all the other losses and the slights and injustices. In the USA the election holds a magnifying glass up to the sun, thus burning more fear and disappointment into the soul

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very true, John...thank you for your words,
j.

[duff]

This could be a song. Sounds like a Depeche Mode piece. Sad and lively. Heartbreaking and mysterious my friend. I like it a lot.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, duff,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A divided nation with many deaths on its hands. Too many deaths and too many people mourning those lost loved ones. Lost to uncaring policies where money is king abd lives come second. Clean air needed.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we have to find it somewhere...there must be clean air somewhere...thanks, Chris,
j.

[h d e rushin]

On Belle Isle, here in Detroit, they placed pictures of some of the 2400 residents who died from Covid this year. More than alarming, it was heartbreaking. But seeing the faces of the lost, made the impact of loosing someone so hurtful. You can't un-see the faces of people who died from a virus that they didn't see coming no more than you can un-read the names on the manifest of the Titanic. Your last lines here were especially telling...We need to somehow, breath again.....great poem....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding words, dana...
I still get sad thinking about the Titanic...as well.
So unnecessary....the owner wanting to break all records no matter what the cost.
Sure seems to mirror what is going on today.
j.