old blue, told in senryu

old blue, told in senryu

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

old blue, told in senryu

 

shades of bell-bottoms

you were my blond incentive

i was your pocket

 

constantly reaching

you held me close to your skin

denim adhesive

 

i became your fit

laundered till faded memory

found you reaching for...

 

and i just a patch

seam deteriorated

a frayed ex-lover.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/2/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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Love this it’s beautiful
Great Jacob

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you, Julie.
j.
Amazing the memories we are left with. Another great one, J.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Traci..
j.
oh my.....how we loved those favorite bells eh!? men and women ... so sad when the seams of patches wore out and would hold no more ;( a litany was read at each burial ...i really liked very much being the pockets on her hips sir ..i must confess ..even at me ol' age :))))))))))))))) delightful read for me
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your words, E.

j.
Okay....okay a least you didn't become a rag used for window cleaning.

regards,
al

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

well, that's true...:)
thanks fort he visit, Al.
When you buy new denims, you want them to fade as quickly as possible.
But I suppose in doing so, life is passing by also.
For some reason, you never throw denims out.
So in theory, your whole life is in them.
Wranglers or Levi.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

Levi elephant bells...ha ha.
thank you, Paul...
j.
Clever way that you have approached your words Jacob. Each one of these represents a poem in itself. We all have a pair of old blue jeans tucked away somewhere. Mine also worn and if I admit it, a trifle too tight on the hips. Your words show that through her eyes she makes you feel that you only represent an insignificant part of those jeans. A pocket, a seam, a patch. I am left feeling that is not a good place to be. Cast off jeans. Sad poem, sad feelings I am left with.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Christine.
j.
dear Jacob... wonderful to see your memories patched on blue jeans.... so poetic. Reminds me of “Forever in blue jeans” by Neil Diamond.
truly, Pat

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Pat...and yes on Neil Diamond and his "Forever in blue jeans' which i.. read more
This or rather these, are both individually and collectively absolutely out of this world jacob... If I had written them myself, I would be buzzing.... I still have an old patched pair somewhere that I often rescued from a trash bin or skip, having been discarded by my wife on numerous occasions........Bravo my friend... Neville

Posted 6 Years Ago


Neville

6 Years Ago

you don't need encouragement, take my word.... N
jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

i really feel we all do!
Neville

6 Years Ago

on reflection, you are of course correct......N

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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