a gardener's motif

a gardener's motif

 

 

there is a trace of you

in a bed of roses,

a whiff of wanting

to pick your innocence

and press it into a book of everlasting love

 

there is a trace of you

but that garden has no pillows

and only the imprint of your heart

 

is what i have left

to rest my head upon

when the moon's thorns

remind me.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/28/16

Reviews

[Drcicarlo]

Life without love means there's nothing truly worth dying for. A source of blessed happiness. Journeys have an irreplaceable value when they are traveled with someone special. This piece is sentimental and heart touching. Every single word with its own beautiful meaning collides with such an overwhelmingly rich tone. Great job Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Erica.
j.

[barleygirl]

Love this . . . love roses . . . & I very much feel the "book press" purpose, along with the "moon's thorns" . . . nice word blend of gardening & longing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, barleygirl...

j.

[h d e rushin]

"your heart
is what I have left
to rest my head upon
when the moon's thorns
remind me"/


which is a rather baroque, Victorian way of saying
something liable when one is in position to
incur:

"yet oft his heart, divine of something ill
misgave him; he the faltering measure felt" John Milton wrote in "Paradise Lost" in 1694.

Both you and John's hearts are entwined........great poem....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, dana.

j.

[Dave Ellis]

Very beautiful. A very nice read :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dave.
j.

[Beccy]

Perhaps we simply reap as we sow; though that is of course a far too simplistic an observation for such a complex thing as love.

These are beautifully wrought lines jacob.

Beccy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Beccy...

j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Poems of regret, of loss, are the hardest to read, and not exactly the easiest to write. They touch a chord and resound within most of us too closely for our own liking. A good write, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ted.

j.

[Corset]

very beautiful words , Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Corset.

j.

[Papaya]

Such a lovely poem. Very sad that innocence was plucked and only an imprint of a heart remains.
Love... Lost and empty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ana.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

Another beautiful one. There are those who want a love that in the end is not realistic, and because of that they can leave the real thing behind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, KL.

j.

[James]

It is art night when the memories hurt the most when our minds start to relax and our past starts to seem in. Very nice jacob. I enjoyed it a lot.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your reply is thoughtful and poetic...thank you, James.
j.