hands of old on streets of new

hands of old on streets of new

 

 

articulation

trickles softly

upon the hallow of my breast

the heart speaks in comforting whispers

to the soul of my youth

 

i still love in dreams of ago

silently wishing days could return

like prodigal children

 

but they don't

and i won't find you in that land of make-believe

of something old, something new

or anything my heart could borrow

or make more blue

 

articulation

trickles softly

through verses, with pursed lips

echoing ancient feelings

and making the words dance to old songs

 

of you

it is still you

the girl of my once aspirations

twice defunct

but still lingering

 

like a beggar

asking for just one more handout.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/19/17

Reviews

[BBP]

Love stories dipped in sorrow are my favorite reads!

This stanza was clever with the twist you did on something old, something new,something borrowed and something blue....... Great job!

but they don't
and i won't find you in that land of make-believe
of something old, something new
or anything my heart could borrow
or make more blue

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, BBP---

j.

[barleygirl]

I'm having fun thinking of the way Coyote John often describes his past loves & then I'm comparing it to this very lovely way to convey such longing sentimentality from your point of view. Now I want to try remembering someone in such an artful heartfelt way! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing that, Margie...i appreciate you.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

There is always that one whose loss you can't forget or find a way to reconcile.
Brilliant poetry!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy.
j.

[Island Hippy]

Such beautiful writing.
Trickles .... like warm summer rain this feels so delicate, tender with an undeniable note of wanting for someone now out of reach. I enjoyed this Jacob. Mahalo. Izzy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your kind words, Izzy...

j.