"of" something

"of" something

 

 

 

blank flights of fantasy

the back story of my life

in lieu of languid tales

of the neighborhood of growth

 

somewhere near a heart

is mind that still lives on those streets

and a lonely street lamp

lit with regrets,

 

that i can't go back to the bricks

where questions had concrete answers

and the abstract pain

 

didn't exist.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/12/15

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

Reminds me of someone's youthful memories that are just to painful to revisit. Unbearably so.
There is a trick I learned... That is to change the outlook of the memory since, If we can't change the events.
It works so wonderfully well ;-) So simple really.. events can only affect us the way we want to perceive them. If it was too ugly then imagine and accept a Beautiful thing it was.
It doesn't take long for the mind to believe it :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Connie.

j.

[Cryingkate]

LOL
I can always tell when i miss the mark.. I get thanked for the words.
Thanks for another smile. I must have enough smiles now that it's getting hysterical :-)

[CA Anurag Sharma]

lovely poem Sir...so meaningful and intense....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Anurag

j.

[h d e rushin]

they made of film about Brado's life which I just watched on Encore which traced his development
from aloof loneliness, dysfunctional parents to great stage and screen actor. What the movie showed
was that his greatness came from much turmoil, a turmoil that he refused to revisit. I have come to
realize that there will be no answers to the questions I finally had the courage enough to ask. And
that pain is not ever the conclusion but instead the contradiction.

beautiful write my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for that analogy...and for your insightful words, dana...
i always appreciate your visits....

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I was thinking about retirement as an opportunity to be a boy again. A better boy where those regrets don't get in the way and I can live each day before I hit the grave. Then I come upon your poem. Are we connecting?

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i'd like to be a better boy also...:)))

thank you, my friend

j.

[jesserose99]

if it were that simple, to have the answers black and white without any confusion as to what is causing the pain. This brought some strong images to mind in few words, and before that opens with a story. So it is almost like you have painted a picture with your words. Very original read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, jesserose.

j.

[annalysiar]

Amazing and truthful with the wisdom of life

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, annalysiar...

j.

[MomzillaNC]

That turn of phrase, “somewhere near a heart; is a mind that still lives on those streets” It’s heart-wrenching. There’s a lifetime in that phrase.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Momzilla...
j.

[MomzillaNC]

yvw :D

[redzone]

thats a really wonderful metaphor: "lonely street lamp lit by regrets" and they always sit right outside our front door constantly reminding us... but I was also thinking as I read, didn't those "concrete answers" also have buried within them "abstract pain"?? do we sometimes romanticize our youth (and our loves and pains) until they are more myth than reality???

I do know that it is those concretes and abstracts that help determine who we are today..

cool poem Jacob..

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks for your insights, Curt...always a pleasure to read your comments...

j.

[B. Boileau]

This piece gives presence and makes me reflect on going back home to a time answers (I thought) where easily found. Later to discover the grey areas. Thank you J. As always a most pleasant read.
bill

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, bill....

j.

[DirectTangent]

So nicely composed.

You've stirred the cup a bit - the line, "a lonely street lamp lit with regrets" - I suppose our regrets do illuminate much about us - as much, perhaps more, as our attainments, our brighter moments, our satisfactions. Perhaps that they cast a revealing halo of light generates a more enduring regret ... we now see, but cannot go back to amend. Hindsight is only good in the present.

As for concrete answers - the concrete that I saw poured has yet to set, even these years later. I thought it had set, but I marred the level finish when I stepped in it. Yes, another regret ...

That you pour out so much in relatively few lines - artistry. A multi-colored fresco from one tube of paint. And I thank you for it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your really kind words, and sharing how you related to this piece of poetry,
j.