the education that counts

the education that counts

 

 

 

i loved you by our little brick wall

we sat upon,

spat upon with comfortable conversation

as we touched each other's souls

in gentle confrontation

 

lips found each other in a softly moonlit night

exploring that unfamiliar territory

to which we were destined

and then what the eyes couldn't touch in the dark

our hands gave us vision

 

heart shaped pupils

learning curves

and simple understanding

love finds its own classroom

its own emotional bricks

to emote upon, rest upon

then graduate to reality upon

 

ours was a fleeting degree

of casual intensity

and still in my mind

i see the diploma 

staring at me from my mind's wall

 

wondering if you saved yours

as well.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/12/19

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Here's the answer to my recent poem (I Miss Old-Fashioned Courtin') . . . and you've captured the tentative realistic fumbling that makes such a slow journey so full of anticipation! I was THERE! Reading this! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for letting me know this poem got you there...to the memories,
j.

[redzone]

reminds me of that Bob Seger song 'Night Moves'.... "working on mysteries without any clues"... "ooooh I remember, I remember.."
I have often wondered whether she still remembers, still feels that twang of heart strings when our lips met...

your poetry Jacob always allows for that "wall" to come alive in memories, or the "vision" hands found in the dark.... and I am whisked away, back to 1965 and the golf course near her house... funny Jacob, that some of our education is never forgotten... nicely written poetry Jacob, and Tom has it right, but I think I will shorten his title for you to just "Master Poet"....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

must have been a good "round of golf"????? :)))))
thank you for your kind words,
j.

[kentuck14]

Jacob,
Once again, the "Master of the Extended Metaphor" rises to new heights, the Yoda of lithe language.
A great way to explore the past and all its luxurious memories. Really loved how you ended this poem . . . leaving with a bit of wistful wonder.
Tom

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Tom,
j.

[Ken Simm.]

Sweet Jacob. My problem was always the banging of teeth. I really like this. The apparent niavity is so difficult to get right but you have mastered it in this subtle write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, and the smile...yes, banging of teeth, experienced that once or twice.
read morethank you for your words, and the smile...yes, banging of teeth, experienced that once or twice.
j.

[Onlyme]

A great educational read Jacob full of emotional and heartfelt sentiments to saviour and take on board.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dawn,
j.

[Relic]

I remember that brick wall. We all think about the girls/men in our past from time to time I'll bet. It's the could have beens that always lurk in the back of the mind.

Your metaphors are always imaginative and keep to the theme. That's a great talent to have.

Great poem, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Relic,
j.

[Dave]

Books are one way, but the hands on experience, the reality of touching, feeling. the glow of love from within and without. You are right these are what provide the "real education."

Take care - Dave

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dave,
j.

[lua]

this is a very good metaphor, we learn lessons that stay with us for life through interactions with others, intimate or not
the imagery is really strong and i think the growing intensity of the connection between the two people from verse to verse works well alongside the very tender vocabulary of the poem

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, lua,
j.