pallets and proms

pallets and proms

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

pallets and proms 

 

 

 

the partial masterpiece

still stands in the corner of my mind

an attic's rendering under the cover

of backward feeling

 

resistant to the chippings of time

the paint still fresh

kisses my breath

the brush against my tongue

 

intrigue sets in water color

under a vibrant moon

even with the dust as wardrobe

 

we haunt the old boards

of memory

and laugh into each other's arms

with the same daunting colors

like we were still 17...

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/20/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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Old photos, old clothes, old memories....all in the attic of either our homes or our minds. Nice to visit, but do we really remember things clearly? I wonder. As always, your metaphors are fantastic. Lydi**

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Lydi...
j.
This is really poignant and beautiful. I am always impressed by the way you write.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Linda.
j.
can not help but think of our good friend poet/artist Ken Simms ;)
strong images and scents and flavors ..man the attic can be so dusty ...that sifted dust of a hundred years can choke a bit (i use to do a lot of roofing)
the paint and chippings and "...brush against my tongue" especially impress me
your third verse starts with the word intrigue and reading that verse leaves me with the mystery intact ..love it as your closing puts my feet on common ground ... how we haunt those boards; seeming so fresh yet shrouded with dust .. so awkward to be 17 ..nice read for me ...you are true to your pen sir!
E.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, E.
j.
Einstein Noodle

7 Years Ago

never went to any of my proms ...nor class reunions ... i'm just a lonely boy .. lonely and blue-oo .. read more
17 is one year I would not like to relive, but to be 17 again and know what I know now...now that is a horse of a different color XD

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

yes, if we knew then what we know now....of course bob seeger sang...'i wish i didn't know now what .. read more
a lovely piece j, yes i would like to be 17 again too but not of today. some thoughts do remind us of yesterday so close you could touch them. i wonder how many memories kids will have just looking into phones, facebook and youtube, probably nothing but the model of the phone.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

yes, what memories? i agree...thank you, andrew.
j.
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B
I really am enjoying the way you bring in so many items of everyday life to bring about an emotion
We paint those memories thinking it was water color
It turns out its oil and its there to stay

Stunning !!

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Lingering Soul,

j.
Paintings replaced by photos.
Each memories.
I miss 17.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

i, too....thank you, Jon.
j.
Familiar images; lovely sentiments.
Reverie most charming!


Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you, Jimmy...appreciate your kind words,
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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