glass stones of unbreakable haunting

glass stones of unbreakable haunting

old fossils

imprints of my youth

smoothed to unrecognizable polish

the curve of your smile

reaching deep into eyes

that shook my knees to placid ground

rock solid romance

lit the planet then

you could probably see it from another galaxy

you were my milky way

my entire sky

and now i can only wonder why

i no longer recognize myself

or you,

even in my space odyssey dreams

just old fossils

to be discovered

by some love anthropologist 

in some accidental heaven

when life twists the cap

so tightly, we no longer

can breathe memories.

erin-cilberto

8/25/18

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

Funny that after reading your poem I was reminded of my turntable and records. Maybe due to some of the phrases used. I have a lot of my dads old vinyl and just looking at the covers can take me back to good times and bad. They are still usable relics of love and remembrance after everything has passed. You never fail to take me down some rabbit hole. Great poem. CD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting, CD...you are talking about your dad's vinyl....ha ha...that is all i had...500 45's, then sold a lot of them and started collecting albums..have about as many of those now...
i still love listening to them...
i am glad i could write something you related to.
thank you,
j.

[Beccy]

I grew up listening to,among others, Simon and Garfunkel, 'people hearing without listening,' has it spot on.

For me, Paul Simon is one of the greatest poets of our time. I listen to his words, (the music being almost incidental,) frequently. I love all he has ever written; and as a special mention, I have to say, that I think, 'Poem on the underground wall,' ranks equal with the very best of poetry.

You can tell I'm a fan, can't you. :))

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is one of their best songs..."through the corridors asleep pass shadows dark and deep"
"and from his pocket quick he flashes the crayon the wall he slashes deep upon the advertising a word comprised of only four letters----"
My best college friend, poet Jane Cooper...who has since passed from ALS....and Simon and Garfunkel started me writing back in 1970...
even with their tumultuous relationship...what harmonies and words by Paul
thank you, Beccy...
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

So tightly, we no longer...can breathe memories. I feel memorized by this!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Queenie...
j.

[Beccy]

I would also say, that to sit and listen, I mean really listen, to older and wiser heads is a prerequisite to wisdom.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and yet, hardly anybody is doing that these days...Listening!

[Beccy]

Old fossils were once young and vibrant, and rather than becoming, 'just old fossils to be discovered by some love anthropologist,' I would say that the years polish them to perfection.

And of course, we would be mere husks if it were not for memory.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i would say that also...thank you for your words, Beccy.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

love this Jacob as I do all your work.
this is lovely esp loved the ending verses

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Julie.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

not just kind words true words

[Lydia Shutter]

We will always be able to "breathe memories", my friend. The "puppy love" romances of high school and college days never really disappear. I think we compare all others to them throughout our lives and add some sweetness where there was bitterness. Sure, we are different people, but we think it would still be the same with that special someone. It's a fantasy we tell ourselves...and it is comforting somehow. Always a pleasure to read you, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Lydi...and it is true...we never let some memories go, ever.
j.

[Jon Roggie]

Whenever I read one of your writes, I think to myself, "I can't do this."
It wouldn't sound true.

You sound true.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jon.
j.

[emmajoy]

Your wonderfuly phrased words though sad have kindly nudged me think hard. Even though language can express Age in so many shades and shapes, whenever i read or hear about the aging process i don't know whether to laugh or cry because - we can't really stop any of it. Can we? Tis said that the sun pales every time a living being begs to see the moon.

Even though your memories are in a far different form, colours paler.. seems you still feel what was magic - near set in stone, yet shimmering, ' .. glass stones of unbreakable haunting '

Only days ago, a dear lady of almost 83 flew into space. She WAS a Lady too tho' often feisty between being sensitive to others' moods. She was, what's more, history on adept legs. Age was only a number to her. Perhaps she had her own ' space odyssey dreams.' If i could be like her in forty odd years I'd look on the future as being a far better place than the present can sometimes be!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think i already look on the future that way, em.
thanks for sharing...
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A great poem of self refection and wondering how we ended up here in this moment.

Something that happens to us more often the older we get.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dale.