Aesop's Play

Aesop's Play

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Aesop's Play

 

 

rifts of amazement

the illusion of you

i actually held in my arms once upon a time

 

fairy tale lips 

told me a story

i acquiesced

 

kept reading

kept looking up all the emotions i didn't know

became a sophisticated heart

 

but all of that perusing

the absorption of ecstasy

the happy ending pretending

 

didn't fulfill its promise

and when i got to the end

i closed the book,

 

in solemn pretense

alone,

with no recompense

 

once upon a time

of you.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/11/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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Hope springs eternal and so we turn the pages no matter. Love, needing to be loved is the driving force behind everything mankind does and is truly the most powerful of emotions. Call it what you will, wrap it in any dust cover you like, but without it we would not even bother to turn the first page.

Beccy.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Beccy.
j.
It's a story we all know of, especially how it ends. I loved the once-upon-a-time feel of this, Jacob. Such a classic closure!

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you, Kelly...appreciate your words.

j.
Awwww. I think this is my favorite of yours that I've read so far! 'I actually held you in my arms once upon a time', 'fairy tale lips'... oh my goodness, all of it! Perfect write for me. Sad story yes, but terrific poem. Thanks for the read :) Isabella.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, I.I.

j.
Isabella Ivy

7 Years Ago

My pleasure!
some books, as in life, have no happy ever after ending... and I am not sure which is worse, the belief in the illusion of a happy ending or the reality of a once story of pretending... both leave one with a no recompense...

redzone

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thanks for your insightful words, Curt.
j.
We were all bright eyed and expectant once. Love we are told in fairy-tales ends well; then we grow up and 'walk the walk' only to be let down and realise it was all illusion. You weave the story in inked metaphors laiden with such pathos Jacob.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

yes, i remember those days..."bright eyed and expectant"---
thank you for your words, John.read more
Even a good book ends eventually... :-(
Really liked this.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you, Ana.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally 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..

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