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

[Jon Roggie]

Already knowing your love of music, I liked how you brought in how it used to be played. Mixing it with memories, and the feelings included was great.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jon.
j.

[Heather]

Glad to see your writing back on here. I like the way you tie a former relationship to music here; I think you did so in another poem of yours that I enjoyed. It's an excellent metaphor. Love and music are both forms of art in their own separate ways. And writing about them in this way can be cathartic. That song that sounded good once will sound good again in time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Heather.
j.