those days

those days

 

 

 

that old country road

traced our heart steps

black-eyed Susans

were our culture, in youth

a Vermont's Mad River insanely cold

but your hand in mine

insanely warm

your lips to mine

passion's pasture

 

contented cows smiled as we passed

but then they are considered dumb

 

maybe i was,

that country road is overgrown with weeds today

my mind is lost in dandelion memories

 

and my heart, a withered Daisy

next to a broken fence

 

from behind which, those smiles 

touched me,

like you once did.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/22/18

Reviews

[Papaya]

this touched my heart, imagining the scenes
those cows... sometimes it's good to be dumb I think
highly intelligent people know and feel too much
that line made me smile though. I really liked this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree, thank you Ana.
j.

[Paul Bell]

You always feel you should visit your past.
But you're right, it's always overgrown and bloody disappointing.
Maybe the cows weren't as dumb as we thought.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you are right about the cows, Paul.
thanks for your words,
j.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Sweet poignant memories drift into our view through reminiscence and carry us along for the ride. The feelings do not diminish with time, nor the essence of expectations. Yet physically returning to the spot may cause a radical sorrow when we find nothing there that we knew before. Thank you for sharing the journey.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and thank you for the read and kind words, Valormore.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"and my heart, a withered Daisy
next to a broken fence"

Your poems always make me wish I would have thought of that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are kind, thank you, Kelly.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful poignant
Memories live on
You can retrace our pasts with a simple smell or touch

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Julie.
j.

[Norman 223]

Those memories of images from our past that sponsor emotions that are still present. The mind has subtle ways of opening the closets of experiences that we had mentally archived.
One of your more poignant poems, Jacob, using the winding road of memory to reveal new images at every bend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Norman.
j.