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.

[Neha agrawal]

The shift from “time of death” to “time of life” lands quietly but powerful. I wish I could alter that too but time is cruel and show no mercy on anyone.
Amazing hopeful write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and I don't necessarily think time wants to be cruel...it just ends up that way, doesn't it?
Thank you for your words, Neha.
j.

[Neha agrawal]

Nothing in the world want to be cruel but when time passed we can't reverse it. That's the cruelty... I lost my grandparents whom I love the most. I just want to relive that life with them. 😀

[DIVYA]

The return of love is like a return of life. It feels so magical. And sometimes, these things happen. I loved the beautiful word play in this poem! The title is autopsy but its about life!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe the autopsy was done too soon?
Thank you, Divya,
j.

[DIVYA]

Yes. Perhaps, given more time, there wouldn’t have been the need for it.
Welcome, my friend.

[Relic]

I suppose pane could substitute for pain. I've known that feeling of leaving the door of hope unlocked. Love hurts like hell sometimes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so much so it can cause us to become numb to it in future.
thanks, Tim.
j.