Autopsy

Autopsy

 

 

time of death

was the time you left

o'clock written in frost 

on the pane

in my heart

 

in the pane

on my heart

the window is still open

just in case

 

you might alter

time of death

to

time of life.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/26/25

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Hi J., Sorry I blocked everybody when I saw the note that the site would not last a year.
But I'm learning to persevere.
When one window closes, others open.
Your poem reminds me of that.
Always look up so you don't miss whatever's coming your way.
You're a wonderful poet.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Glenda. And do stick it out...maybe the site will find a way to survive, if enough of us stay.
j.

[Desert Knave]

There remains one "ghost" from my life that I have left room for, should she find her way to me. Likelihood is zero, but she was always the one. Great writing. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for sharing your ghost.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Beautifully worded J. When the the pane is open our lifespan moves along with time, yet when the window is closed that is when it ends… I love the metaphor “ the pane in my heart” and the window pane; works perfectly
WarmlyB🌷🌷🌷🌷

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Betty.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure J,
Warmly, B

[Sky]

Time and death everything is real. We should learn to face the reality we know ,we can't erase the universal truth but the hope your poem gives in the end is quiet hopeful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Sky.
j.

[Laz K.]

this poem is raw, honest, and brave in exposing the vulnerability of a mind (and heart) experiencing abandonment. but, when all seems lost, there's still hope.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Has to be...at least we have to believe there is hope...otherwise, what is the alternative?
Thank you, Laz.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Excellent play on "pane" here. Love those soundalikes that can be used multiple ways.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John.
j.

[redzone]

It's funny how some loves never truly leave, they remain somewhere in our hearts. Your poem reminds me of why I continue to write 'her' poetry. But I think it would have to take a magnitude 5 time warp for the time of death change to time of life. But I will still write 'her' poetry.

Thanks for your poem and the memory, Jacob.

-Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, keep writing her into your life...she will stay.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Some would be too afraid to leave that window open, so great the hurt. How the heart suffers for love. You express that pain and the devastating effect it can have j. Your words are powerfully penned.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you kindly, my friend.
j.

[Emunah June.]

It is a positively terrifying feeling to know there is someone who could ever hold your heart in their hands and decide if it is allowed to continue beating or not. Love is a feeling of euphoric destruction. There is a reason music, art, poetry, and media center around it so much -- it is so powerful, so all encompassing, that it can either elevate or decimate, and I think thats what makes this poem so incredibly profound. Your technique highlights the dangerous feeling of hope in a love that is fading -- that subliminal twilight between "Im here" and "whats here?", dissecting it with anatomical precision. I always enjoy your work, Jacob, and this is certainly no exception, Well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind and insightful review, Emunah.
j.

[Ms claws]

Soothe me with your words of consolation
So softly spoken in whispers of adulation
Our time together, so precious
Your fine poetry, better than diamonds
Memories as fine crystals' dust
Swirling in my mind forever

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Glenda...love the poetic reply.
j.

[Ms claws]

J. It's strange how inspiring an Autopsy can be.
Thank you as well for the encouragement.