![]() Purple VisionA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
his
fingers twist and turn around the respondent
strings of a white guitar, the pure color of doves
notes cry, lips tremble with song eyes flashback a dad's dark writing the keys he smacked the cheeks blue and
black
his pops would die for
her he would die for you
then those tracks became
the reality that shot through the
veins of his life
as his eyes slowly
closed with one last painful blink.
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25 Reviews Added on April 23, 2016 Last Updated on April 23, 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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