we sounded so good, once

we sounded so good, once

 

 

 

almost every old song

is a film clip in my mind

of you,

times enchanted,

lover's embrace in the grooves

the diamond stylus

touches the vinyl

even though the ring never reached your finger

 

delusions, intrusions

and evolutions all happened 

in sparse synapses of love

 

and memories space themselves out in an array

of intricately laced conceptions...

 

daily records play of you

and me,

and that summer solstice

we shared

 

as the patterns of past

crisscross with dreams

that had inception, perception

then interception

 

with timing's misfortune

and our hearts' tunes

 

still playing of us on that old radio

sounding as it did yesterday

even though today

is decades later---

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/5/18

Reviews

[Resa]

Fantastic read!
Beautifully written.
Nicely done.
Resa :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Resa..
j.

[drew garner]

Other people have said it better so I will not waste your time with me pontificating in naive obscurity that is ultimately vain. I read it, I loved it, thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, drew.
j.

[H.W.]

One of the reviews mentioned hearing music throughout the poem. I agree, with the little hisses and pops that come with vinyl. This is a beautiful poem, evocative of an older, well thumbed heartache.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, H.W...
j.

[Corset]

I guess timing is everything, there is always that one that we wish we had more time with but for whatever reason "things" get in the way, I guess it just takes me to the stepping stones theory again, but when you get our age and the stones go all the way to the other side with only that one stone left that should have held your weight, it makes you rethink theories of "meant to be or not" or "preordained", it makes you wonder if you had done that one thing differently...would it have made a difference?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

good question, Corset..rethinking can clutter our lives moving forward...thank you for your review, Corset.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

'memories space themselves out in an array
of intricately laced conceptions...'
How often and unfortunately that happens.
This is very much a relatable write but oh, so many lovely phrasings and word choices.
Always a pleasure and inspiring to read you, Jacob. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Yumna...
j.

[lightsong]

this is soulful and touching, I can relate to it since music always played the big rule in my life. there are songs which remind us with certain persons, even though we might left them long ago, still these songs stay like a reminder of them, Your poem painted for me the sweetest old love which it seems You know You will never have like it, a love gentle and loving, so are Your emotions through the words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful and kind words, Light.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

There are songs from the past that can reduce me to tears and bring back both happy and sad emotions music is powerful, as is poetry. Your words confirm that Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris...yes, the old songs...we have heard them so many times, and yet, often one particular instance comes to mind when we hear them.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

love this Jacob hope you are well
you capture the music the sounds and memories and feelings of your yesteryears as if they were just yesterdays which they are in our minds

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Julie...and yes, doing just fine.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Good to hear

[Neville]

This is so blooming sad, it brings a lump to my throat and there are not too many writers that manage to do that to me these days...... I salute you sir, I do.. Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Neville.
j.

[Neville]

It is invariably a pleasure to find a new poem of your jacob.. and this was by no means an exception.... N

[Mark Mendoza]

The music is played through your words J.. Well done

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Mark.
j.