Bless me Father for i have LivedA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
there's
frost on the windows and silence in the barn the cows are long gone, black shutters shut
against the temperament of time
the grass is overgrown
from lack of grazing hay stacked in a loft,
unused except for some high
school sweethearts earning their penance
dew dropped tracks of
deer scamper across a yard
once filled with laughter and sweaty palms rinsed
by a summer hose i Google then, look at
it now
and hear the soft mooing
of the Holstein memories--- shout at the lovers to
be careful with their youth
time passes and we all grow like
unattended grass, soon to be strangled by
winter's dominance
as life passes into
white and photographs lose
their sharp Slide luster in the cold of tomorrow.
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Added on March 27, 2016Last Updated on March 27, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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