the dreams of a ridiculous poet

the dreams of a ridiculous poet 

 

 

 

when the storm expanded

the weeping willows bent in agony

the stronger oaks cowered in fear

 

love, a badgering wind in tumultuous flame

scorched the unsheltered heart

devastation, irreconcilable damage

 

I did love all of you,

but now the stillness

the clearing

 

a more intelligent preparation

avoidance

avoidance

 

I can hear whispers in the night

they are resolute,

the willows unburdened

 

the oaks see years ahead.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/8/22

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob.. the Willows and Oaks have survived many Storms… they like many of us have learned to Bend in the Wind. My Son Robert loved the Willows and has survived to teach his daughters to Bow in Reverence to the Great Oaks where he Spent gathering Acorns as a Child in Washington Grove, Maryland… the State where I grew up and where Robert was Born. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for this reply and the story of Robert in Maryland...we had one in our backyard...the neighbor had one and gave my dad a branch to plant....his died, ours grew up over the neighbor's garage...he was not a happy camper.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob.. during the night we had high winds with lightening and thunder and sheets of Rain… it was unsettling but Beautiful. Now at Five am on Wednesday morning all is quiet.. the Mourning Doves will spread their Wings when the Sun Rises. They seem to feel secure when they fly to the Seed on our Kitchen Window feeding Deck where they find nourishment. I think of the Travelers and how they cross the Rio Grand. Our World is feathered with hungry Birds. Wishing you days of Serendipity… Amen Pat

[John the Baptist]

Once bitten, twice shy. Maybe several times bitten, avoidance/avoidance. Love does play rough with unsheltered hearts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes yes, thank you, John,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

The weeping Willows and the stronger Oaks… are my Legacy. My Son loved the Willows and gathered Acorns that fell from the Great Oaks. Nature is there for us… to give us Strength and Endurance. My daughter loves the Song 🎶 of the WhippoorWill … I love your Poetry… gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love your comments...thank you, Pat,
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

A very intriguing write with more said than does meet the casual onlooking eye ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your read and comment, Marve,
j.

[Neville]

you really shouldn't beat your good self up like that j. you should know by now, there are some bad folk who will always do that for you .. or could I be reading you wrong, maybe .. enjoyed regardless.
N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I figure I could last three rounds with myself at best.
thanks, Neville,
j.

[Neville]

that long, no kiddin.
N.

[Chris Shaw]

I have read this poem several times and find it leads me down different pathways, but the one which sticks concerns the second stanza and the one line

I did love all of you

and then

avoidance
avoidance

Clearly the past storms have had a huge impact if the choice is avoidance. I see those angry trees with their branches waving like sea anemonies in a flailing wind. Don't get that close, don't go there I find myself saying. Skirt round the edges but don't go into the eye of the storm. Relationships can make or break us J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, skirt the edges...thank you, Chris...appreciate your visit and words,
j.

[lightsong]

I read this few hours ago and I was falling asleep, literally I fell twice... lol I was so tired after a long day. now it's almost 3 am and have been awake since 1:30 am!! Sigh!! how "ridiculous" I can be :> anyway, before You too fall asleep, back to the main subject "your poem".

Love and life either breaks You, or strengthen You. Choose from this, to either let the storm defeat You, or You flood and flow with it, or as here... be wise enough from the start to avoid walking through it knowing it will not benefit You. When You change your perspective and attitude toward the situation, it changes. I see those trees as past loves, women, human, even your inner fears or your poems. when love wins, You win. Amazing how many areas I can go with this one Mr. J. Wonderful as always 💗

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, lightsong...
j.

[Patricia]

Oh yeah that’s my kind of writing! And extra points for using tumultuous, one of my favorite words! I really loved that third stanza, I melted into it… then avoidance, avoidance!!!! Yes! I do that too! So relatable…excellent

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Patricia,
j.

[Pete]

not so ridiculous really to an open mind. whispers, avoidance. i used to watch the trees in my yard during storms - i actually felt their pain. not so ridiculous that poet really, more like honest and truthful as well should be. time moves on. the winds of change have ways of shifting direction oft times when least expected. they usher both storms and fair weather. weathervanes can turn well around. times moves on and we must along with it. at this point in my life i truly feel and understand this. wishing the wind to be at your and those trees strong backs ... :)