as we wrote it

as we wrote it

 

 

summer of '67

the backseat expunged adolescent urges

and her hair smelled of heaven

at least a 17-year old's version

 

the grass was so green

it seemed envious of something---

maybe us

 

love flourishes in early years

even if it only lasts a season

but life has its reason

and endings are just portals to beginnings

 

and in fall

we find more reasons

to interpret the poetry of seasons

past

 

enlightened versions of ourselves

reach old age

immersed in memory

diving into days ago

 

now sitting in the front seat alone

but still smelling heaven

in our minds, and with our words

we'll always remain

in 

the summer of '67

 

our forever version

of heaven.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/17/19

Reviews

[Relic]

'Windy' from the association.
Ode to Billy Joe
Incense and peppermints...just some of the songs that bring me back in time.

I was too young for driving but I do remember the crush I had. It's funny how youth can pop up in weird ways to remind you of the best times of your life. Each time I walk by the cemetery on the next block I remember the girls from my youth.

Nice one, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your thoughts, Tim,
and yes, all good songs from that year...
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful memories of a never to be forgotten year. The thrill of young love. So new and exciting. There must have been something special about 67. That was my time too. Last year at school before college. It's good to find heaven for a while. Many don't.love this write Jacob. Took me back to sweet sixteen.

Chris
.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, even if it is just for awhile...
thanks, Chris..
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful memory shared.
"our forever version
of heaven."
We will taste heaven rarely in a lifetime. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your visit and words, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed it is natural to look back and reminisce. especially when we feel alone or unfulfilled. As always you take the words and describe the scene and the emotions so well Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John.
j.

[gram linski]

Well crafted poem, nostalgia is a great thing, I think we all remember that last summer, before the life police came looking for us,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, yes, gram...thank you...:)))
j.

[TheJordBaker]

Great writing, Jacob. So much thinking and insight that we are there with the protagonist although this story isn't our own.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jordan.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

The perfect summer...young...alive...new adventures around every corner.
I'm sure there were bad moments as well, as we adjusted to our role in the world, but we tend to remember the good times more than the bad I think.
And now, more than a half century has passed and somewhere deep inside that young man still lurks longing to smell heaven in his mind.

A good write, j. Fond memories.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we try to remember the good rather than the bad, but there were both, as you say.
thank you, Ted,
j.

[Tinabells]

now sitting in the front seat alone

but still smelling heaven

in our minds, and with our words

we'll always remain

in

the summer of '67"


Just imagining it is like I'm in the summer of '67.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Tina...glad it could speak to you.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Always felt the day someone told me to sign this document and become an adult it sort of killed off adolescence. Now that I'm an adult I'm trying to unsign all those documents. Summer of 67 should be made law, cos those were the good times. But as long as we can still remember it, then all is still good in the world.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, a good summer indeed...the summer of love.
thank you for remembering with me, Paul,
read moreYes, a good summer indeed...the summer of love.
thank you for remembering with me, Paul,
j.