Framing you, Framing me

Framing you, Framing me

 

 

 

in an old yearbook

your photo lingers

captured in black and white

a Turner classic, timeless

strands of hair like beautiful

reels of film---

eyes searching into today

meeting mine as i gaze upon

the face

i knew once when i had separate

dreams---

when you were too familiar

when Angels tapped me on the shoulder

and i ignored---

when life was captured between

the covers of a book (with endless risks of plot)

a bed---

a truism

a love intermittent

a heart penitent

repeated suggestions of closeness

disclaimed

 

you were a snapshot beauty

in a frame of my life---

i was the affidavit 

signed repudiating the claim

i still watch black and white

movies---

and thumb the pages

where your felonious face

haunts me---

and i am reminded

how i was never brave enough

to put my photo next to yours.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/13/17

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

What might have been....if only. High school breeds this. Infatuation can be cruel....and years later we still wonder why we didn't act on our feelings. Maturity has a lot to do with it I think. I can relate to this one...big time. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Maturity and readiness are the missing factors in this relationship, perhaps on one side, perhaps on both. The timing was off and the song went unfinished. Wistful regrets like curls of cigarette smoke...but the inclination is still a solitary one. You are a Wordsmith and a genius sir!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind with your words, Annette.
j.

[Tom]

Still Jacob, you know the old saying, ' pride and a haughty spirit goeth before a fall ' but perhaps back then, you weren't ready for commitment?

A nostalgic, noble write, penned with retiring reminisce and self effacing quality!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Tom.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"a Turner classic, timeless"
Lovely metaphor. Maybe we sometimes we contemplate actions more than we should which is what adds on to the regrets...
Wistful write, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Yumna...
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome, Jacob.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Such lovely thoughts, wistful and nostalgic are reflections on the road not taken. Who knows if it were for better or worse? But I am certain that we all have them. Funny, I just thought of the Eagles song, "Lying Eyes" and the line, "She thinks about a boy, she knew in school..."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the nostalgia trip, musically...Fabian.

j.

[Seeker]

Word craft and sentiments par excellence. Caution: a master at work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Seeker, appreciate your words.
j.

[emmajoy]

'... i had separate dreams--- when you were too familiar ... when Angels tapped me on the shoulder ... and i ignored---
'
As more often or not, your words travel from your heart, j. Seems your past is full of time and love spent in maybes. Here however, two paths run 'longside: one a nostalgic sweetness that might have been, the other - missed opportunities that answers you'll never know.. but, maybe would rather not..

As usual, you are a poet start to finish, using words so delicately and wisely. Anyone reading this would know you are... someone who understands language.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your really kind review, em...

maybe i am just a mixed up old guy---confused and aging...

but thank you...
j.

[emmajoy]

Yu're not a 'mixed up old guy', dear friend. You're far better off than the young who still have to learn the rights and wrongs of selves and others, of the world, its beauty and sadness, forgiveness and love, sweet love. You have all that and more stored in a wonderful spirit. So there!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Regrets....a wise man`s compromise

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Queenie.....you understand.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You capture the sadness of having realised too late what might have been if one was not so consumed in delving into 'Pandora's box' of life. However there is no guarantee it would have been so. You choose images so carefully and convey the message in such descriptive phraseology Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, you are right, John...there are no guarantees...at all.
thank you,
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

"...a Turner classic..." cleverly elicits exactly the right image.
Unmistakably poignant; apparently, you glory in--and somewhat mourn--your greatest love that might have been greater.
Though the past was rarely as "black and white" as it may now seem.
Great poem, Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

true....rarely was it.

thank you, Jimmy.
j.