"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

[alifeacoustic]

Brilliantly penned reflection on those oft thought images that never quite match up to what the reality would be.
Great flow to this piece Jacob. The best writes always seem so effortless.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, alife.

j.

[Dhaye]

We can't turn back time anymore so it is best to live life to the fullest together with our love ones.
I can feel the heartache here. So touching.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dhaye...
j.

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I wish you a soft heart, a warm hug, love and laughter over the holidays and every day there after, dear poet. Blessings, and thank you for inspiring and always being kind :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your words are so kind, thank you, lynn.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Its hard to go back home if your home does not exist! Recently I drove past my late Grandparents house to see how it had changed. It was a house of great memories! It was sad to see it was bulldozed and a more modern house was erected like it never existed now only in thought! This poem reminded me of this transition. Nice work as always Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

enjoyed your insightful response, andrew.
thank you,

j.

[David Scott]

It seems one never can go "back" home... We have to continual create "home".
I felt the pain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, David.
j.

[Lily Finch]

Wow..
bravo... So deep and artistic piece.......love the way it penned..............

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lily.

j.

[Lily Finch]

You welcom Sir....

[Einstein Noodle]

my dad told me many times (i did not believe him) that we simply can never go "back" .. he is so right! ;)
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, he is....thank you, my friend.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .................... blessed Christmas to you jacob! thanks for sharing this (and all) your writes!

[Jimmy Yetts]

Melancholy and, of course, metaphorical.
"...a lonely street lamp/ lit with regrets," encapsulates it, rather nicely.
No one, Jacob, expresses wretched sadness better than you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy,

j.