a moment's refuge for old dreams

a moment's refuge for old dreams

 

 

after 60 plus years,

finally arriving in my life

the grizzled gray stranger

knocking on the door, 

crossing a welcome mat of sorts

 

staying only for a cup of tea

and some warmth of skin

she smiles,

i grow a night older,

leave letters in the drawer of her heart

 

she'll find them later, when i am gone

and might read and understand

why i was---

 

but the footprints leading away from

the home of her apparition,

will remind

 

of what we had been

oh, so long ago.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/5/16

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

It's, okay. Nothing bad, glad I read it. Still, I feel like I just got done shopping at wal mart. Generic product fulfillment is still fulfillment I suppose.

[Alfred Kukitz]

If I haven't said it yet I'm truly addicted to your writing. The unbelief of each word crossing over my mind's horizon just blows me away. Stunned by poetic genius I keep reading and reading words Jacob that blow in soul's wind.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are so kind, Al...that kind of encouragement keeps me feeling like it is all worth it...and that maybe i am what i wanted to be 40 years ago...a poet of sorts.

thank you!
j.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Lost love... we all feel it. Life is not a romantic, is it?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Tomas---we want to think of it as romantic...but more often than not...something is missing.

j.

[B. Boileau]

This one seemed deeply personal. Leaving letters in the heart... Here's hoping she reads them. If her heart is in the right place, she'll understand.

b

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, bill...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh how poignant this one is! Looking back and knowing what you meant to someone all those years ago...what she meant to you....and hoping someday she will read the words that remind her of what once was. Heavy sigh....it is a poet's dream, isn't it? Bittersweet. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lydi...
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved this poem. Felt like a master storyteller whispering a tale to the night.
"staying only for a cup of tea
and some warmth of skin
she smiles,
i grow a night older,
leave letters in the drawer of her heart"
I liked the above lines. They are honest and true. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry my friend.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Coyote...

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[Norman 223]

A beautiful interpretation of nostalgia.
"letters in the drawer of her heart" was a particularly moving image. You certainly know how to "paint" with words, Jacob. in a way that I envy.
N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, norman...

j.

[Sami Khalil]

Footprints can lead to or away from old memories and wounds. Some apparitions appear when are feeling intense or down on our luck. We feel the welcome mat is slipping away and away then to find a refuge in old dreams. An excellent poem, Jacob...:).............

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sami.

j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....^))))

[emmajoy]

'.. but the footprints leading away from -- the home of her apparition, -- will remind -- of what we had been == oh, so long ago. ' The sad beauty of those words made me sigh, loudly. Seems this time of year, this type of weather, light.. whatever.. brings memories and emotions to the fore. Tis a time for enforced views of what was.. not always happy, not always welcome but, there just the same. Yet another sigh after second read, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, emma...

j.

[Relic]

Old wounds are hard to heal with certain people, especially one so close inside. I think there's always a thread that slips through the hand of whoever pines for what was. Watching it slip away is the hardest part when they're right there in front of you...drifting farther away.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true...thank you for your kind words, Tim.

j.