it was a Crush of Madness

It was a Crush of Madness

 

dazzled by moonlit spells

arched words shot by poisoned keys

in retrospect

we hunted bosoms of maternal instinct

survival of the strongest carrying signs

marching to Ravel

to death

to spasms of incorrigible

intangibles lasting a decade

mounting energy capsized

encapsulated by failing light

as morning woke from hibernation

and the wolves wept in silence

as they watched from depleted hills

and caught the scent

of exhausted vegetation

withering against a song of sightless lyrics

written by pens darkened with irreverence

and we danced around campfires

lit by stoked matches of optimism

and then the record stuck

groovy voices, interns of movement

never graduated,

but became still as the quiet moon

that once watched us with

hopeful eyes.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/15/1o

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Watching from a distance and just being part of the now and here is all we can be- the soft sigh and wondering if what a new day will bring- stepping forward slowly into what will be becoming a part of the tale as it unravels - great words🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Kelly...
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure always🌹

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness ...dark, foreboding, yet just enough hope in closing ..my mind went to so many memories ...as the voice of the 60s generated such change ..and faded ...youth seemed dis-joined from a purpose other than self ..and now a voice raised by teenagers ...who have brains that are still growing ...standing to fight for what they say they believe ... the wolves and matches and dance are metaphors that most leaped out and captured me ... i am already depressed by the swamp and seeming helplessness for "the people" to make things honest ... so i keep matches ... boxes of stick matches in good supply .. i need them :(
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with you...it is hard to watch what is happening to the world...but the youth speaking out, protesting...coming to life...to save life.
i am pleased to see that finally happening.
thank you, E.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes! it is a great lesson and work of unity for them .. so often disregarded as to their opinions ..simply because their years are too short to have much experience to speak from ... they received a lot of money and support to get to Washington ... buses, food, water, hotels ...from Hollywood and Democrats ... so i can not discount that coaching was not involved .. so i feel sorry that youth is used in such a way ... but... good for them! who can not 100% back their desire that there is no more school shootings ..i think the solutions given will never help .. the focus on more gun law will only affect those who obey it ... criminals and mentally unstable will disregard new law the same as they do old law.. :{

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

To great sorry typo
Needs more coffee 😯

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love the part with the wolves
Jacob you have excelled my morning from beautiful go great

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the kind words, Julie.
j.

[barleygirl]

I really enjoy this becuz of my penchant for wilderness dancing around firepits with wolves as I try to outmaneuver demons. I love how your message has both hopeful & desperate aspects. It suggests frenetic dancing, escaping, trying to blot out the widespread blight of what's going on . . . *sigh!* (Now that I rethink, I hear notes of Marvin Gaye: What's going on?) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your review, thank you, Margie...appreciate you.
j.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Looking back can send us on a race track of retrospection, trying to find meaning for it all. Your poem races along wonderfully, and settles with the quiet moon, who, perhaps, realised more hope than we knew.
Thank you for sharing this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Aunt Astri.
j.

[Great Aunt Astri]

You are welcome.

[AYVID N]

Life changes so fast. Uphill becomes standstill and then downhill. Perhaps Its never too late to graduate. Perhaps the moon is still watching with hope. Such a haunting, insightful poem on the magic lost...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

perhaps it is still watching...thank you for your words, DIVYA...
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Disillusionment made art.
Few got the future they wanted; did we get the one most of us deserved?
Work whose melancholy beauty is nothing less than haunting.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy...maybe we do get what we deserved...could very well be.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

To turn a old phrase, "man that was heavy."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you Cherrie.
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

when my children were young...I would watch them play and listen to their imaginations. It was a beautiful thing. Now I worry about their future...it also gives me pause....did our parents and grandparents fear for us to? Did we seem so radical and spellbound? Hopeful eyes...but became still as the quiet moon....Im frozen..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my parents thought i was radical...they eventually accepted my radicalness...thank you for sharing, my friend.
j.