growing up

growing up

 

 

on the rock ledge,

outside your house on a quiet street

muffled laughter

inflected words,

infected spirits,

intersected lips

 

the transistor radio played our song

and then melted into burning ambition

the future became a hot static

but we cared not,

as hands explored the dial

of our deliverance

 

into tomorrows we fantasized

but inevitably met

our separate ways,

 

yet, i bet the moon remembers

don't you?

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/19/16

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Undoubtedly, it's one of my favourites. So much virtue, depth & the forbidden port of your unforgotten memories you have put down in such favorably monumental, memoriam, & so manifested words. Enjoyed reading 'tis wonderful art... such breathtaking words. What an amazing worth reading write!! Brilliant!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a kind review, thank you Adam....appreciate your words,

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

music is such a strong memory lane tied to so many ports and spaces ... kind of wanted the radio and static to continue throughout ... but the moon trumps that ...so relatable ... pre- and teens ... music, the hood, and the skies ... really brought me back ..jeans rolled up, "t"s rolled up ahhhhhhhhhhh what a time!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights of long ago...and for the smile, E.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

our children think their times are the best , of course and of course they are wrong aren't they?! :)))