Yesterday's Tomorrow

Yesterday's Tomorrow

 

 

 

our cuffs touched

in bell bottomed brush

 

arms entwined,

flashing youthful, whimsical smiles of forever

 

we might have outwitted ourselves

with denim dreams

 

but god, it was such pleasure

to wear them

 

even if now, they hang wrinkled

in a closet of cohabitation

 

with the other pockets of memory

that no longer fit

 

but we refuse to throw out

or give to goodwill so another dreamer

 

might feel the swish

of so many yesterdays

 

that crease the photograph

of this older man's today

 

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/16/16

Reviews

[Kami]

A poem that spoke directly to me! I am forever in denim and denim will forever cloud my judgement and be an integral part of my life. I am thankful to have come across this site and this poem just today. The Universe is working for me as this poem is the clear sign, meant to be here. (This "review", which is my first, is a sincere commentary on the way your expressed words brought about wonderous feelings. If it is improper, as I am green here, let me know!) Thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your words, Kami....your review is encouraging, and i appreciate you sharing how you relate...yes, me too...forever in shorts and blue jeans---never formal...

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob, growing up in the fifties was
a time of peeking at the scenes of fashion
and dancing to the Beetles was not allowed
in my strict religious life. So I have had years to
catch up and dance in the moonlight. Poetry
is a prelude to freedom, feeling the swish to
so many yesterday's in my vintage blue jeans.
truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like what you shared here, and am so glad you have danced now...making up for lost steps...
thank you,

j.

[Shabeeh Haider]

Your words have immortalized a moment in your life. Amazing use of phrases.
" but god, it was such pleasure
to wear them

even if now, they hang wrinkled
in a closet of cohabitation"
A pleasure to read

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Shabeeh....

j.

[Shabeeh Haider]

Most welcome

[Beccy]

I have a photograph from the sixties showing my dad wearing a pair of bell bottom jeans. My mother is sitting next to him on the sofa wearing a suede skirt so short that it would probably get me arrested today.

Photographs, like memories are the permanence of both our yesterdays and our tomorrows.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the skirts were a bit short back then...the mini's---
i loved bells, lived in them...read moreyes, the skirts were a bit short back then...the mini's---
i loved bells, lived in them...
your dad and i must be around the same age...

thank you for sharing, Beccy...always enjoy your visits immensely.

j.

[Dhaye]

Once there was a dream...and you kept all the memories of it and can see them until now.
This is great! I love the metaphors you used here, sir. Superb!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kindness, Dhaye.

j.

[V]

I like the allegorations you feature. A sense of decay and passing time, it outruns us. Your poems always entertain and freshen my mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Vanessa.
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Longing lingers long after the dream has faded. I think this is one of the things I love most about getting older. It truly makes you appreciate those things that were under appreciated when they were.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, there are perks to getting older, i am finding that out...and i truly appreciate the past, many things, even the not-so-great things...

thank you for your review, Linda Marie..

j.

[Zugzwang]

Memories of the past stay with us and colour the present. The flares were such a great metaphor, I like the way you sustained it throughout. This poem carries some weight. In a good way!
z.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Z.

j.

[iand63]

Ah those 16 inch flared memories. Sepia dreams in denim blue oceans. Time to get the vynils out me thinks. Thanks J :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, ian..yes, still have many vinyl albums...and still play them...i often want that time back.

appreciate your visits...
j.

[Matching Socks]

We hang onto things sometimes, in case that rainy day comes and we need them.
Like a Rolodex of happy memories that are reusable. Nice one Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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