old bowlers...the hats and pins of life

old bowlers...the hats and pins of life

 

 

 

fossils of Eve party favors

old lips kiss at midnight

the champagne a non-alcoholic blush

 

backwards clocks in the mind

tick toward adolescence

a youth movement of aging adults

 

winding themselves away from current standing

although most are sitting by this decade of persuasion

let's laugh tonight

 

tomorrow might be swollen over with cracked tears

we are porcelain dreams with love lines splitting

hugging memories as the ball drops

 

like old bowlers

who can barely make it to the foul line

before their score collapses them 

out of their shoes.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/1/18 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"we are porcelain dreams with love lines splitting" a poignant line, but oh so true. The ball drops, a new year begins, and we realize we are getting closer and closer to the end. Great "foul line" metaphor. The calendar pages turn....we hang on. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy this poem my friend. I was a old bowler myself. My mother was the best kind of bowler. Started with 200 plus games and drank. Last game a 120. Drink and bowling. A bad combination. Thank you Jacob for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing Coyote..appreciate your words,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[andrew mitchell]

nice one j, here today gone tomorrow, its coming!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew, appreciate your words.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Sounds like the British house of lords.
Fossils turning up for their 300 pounds sleep allowance. In saying that. Their experience got Britain to where she is today. Don't know if that's good or bad.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Paul.
j.

[Norman 223]

Age is insidious, It can make us "wiser" ( in our own opinion) or bitter. Retaining a balance is important as reality is learning to cope and not merely to dream. The only certainty about age is that our lives depend on it!
N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your last line...yes, "age, our lives depend on it"---thank you, Norman.
j.

[R.E. Ray]

Your poem is an artistic expression of something I heard a few years ago. We're all equally blessed with the same fortune at birth---time. We don't get more with age, wealth, education, or fame. We will all face the same end. As we age, we appreciate and embrace our experiences, good and bad, as life lessons that enriched us.
Another fine piece from you, sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Robert.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

gives me a fine smile...its is so true ..all of it...we review our lives .. in fact i was doing it this morning first thing almost ... youthful choices, fantasies and dreams come true or not ... how foolish to think one wise .. and we are so collapsible in the end .. as it should be ..no finite thing will stand up for us and certainly we must fall before the King ... very healthy and satisfying read for me jacob!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, any of us can collapse at the end...something in Hamlet by the chorus, about, "let no man presume on his good fortune"
i always find it ironic when people get on their high horse about how good or well off they are...because someone or something can always come along and Knock us right off the pedestal---
we should just be grateful for what we have, what we can do...and for those who matter in our lives.
thank you, E.
appreciate your words.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

your so welcome jacob...and yes! it can be snatched in a moment ..literally ..by any number of disasters ..i think the collapsing in your poem is what speaks to me most strongly ..glad you shared it :)

[Einstein Noodle]

ps. and the bowling ..gotta love it..i threw a lot of gutter balls :{ but those strikes and spares highlight themselves without prompting :))