58 years to the day---that pink dress

58 years to the day---that pink dress

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

58 years to the day---that pink dress




it's going to be 2022
in a few minutes, 
feel an hour left to the fleeting life

that barges through decades
like a tow truck dragging my heart
through the dramatic surges,
the painful dirges
the flowers ticking away blossoms
that can't follow me where I will go

but the pond is deep
ashes fly
then sink into memory

it's going to be 2022
in a few minutes,
I think I will pick a few roses.


erin-cilberto
11/22/21

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Hi Jacob, roses have always been my favourite flower, the essence and aroma of love. Roses always mean the same to me, no matter what the situation. That was a terrible day, Jacob. Even those who were not Americans were shocked by this terrible moment in history. I have had to learn what I can about this moment, through documentaries. I was about two years old. I still can't fully understand why this did happen. A deep sadness. Every time I see anything about JFK, I have a tear in my eye. That says a lot about the man, that his memory can still evoke such strong feelings. Have a wonderful evening....Mike.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Mike...it was a tough day....

I was in 8th grade...nuns told us to go home.. read more
shadrach hah

3 Years Ago

It would be, Jacob. So many people were lost on that day, from the young to the old. Have a wonderfu.. read more
Yes, Jacob… Roses for a beautiful
Lady in Dallas…. I remember whom I was talking with and where I was when I heard on the Radio that JFK had been Shot… The World stood Still… Your Poetry is a Kiss of History… Amen

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, and those roses on the back seat of the blood spattered car...really haunting images from.. read more
Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

I was about 25 years old and worked as a Secretary for Vitro Laboratories in Wheaton, Maryland where.. read more
Indeed, most memories do sink into that pond, but that day and that moment remain fused into my awareness, a phenomenon experienced by many at that time. I recall that pink dress and the great nationwide mourning that occurred. For years, I believed I would never experience an emotional shock to match that one. Then came a September day in 2001.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Yes, very similar in impact....I was only in 8th grade when it happened....harder on September 11. I.. read more
I remember my mother was still alive and weeping that day I was sitting on the floor in front of a black and white and too young for the dress to have any significance for me, but I remember the sobs and the feeling of confusion of why everyone has gathered about and cried, that's about it the rest I learned from documentaries. The reference to Roses is heart-wrenching, what were you doing that day Jacob? were you old enough to buy the beatles album that was released that day?

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I was in 8th grade when JFK was shot....the nun sent us home from school...
I didn't get that.. read more
I recently saw a documentary on the JFK assassination and the images of that pink dress still stood out in clarity beneath that bright sunlit day. The world stopped moving for that briefest of time. And we mourned in its colors. A very haunting and moving poem J.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Carlos,
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Gee
Had to Google this to understand...they say folk always remember what they were doing when this happened, so sad Jacob :(

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

and some of us remember too vividly...thank you, Gee,
j..
I never saw the pink dress but I still clearly remember sitting in my car between classes


Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

And I can just imagine the thoughts going through your mind at the time...much like many of us.
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I'd rather pick roses and then rely on 2022, Who knows what this next year will bring, hopefully it is better than the past two. amazing write and one to ponder on.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

surely hope it is, Alex...
this has been a rough two years for sure.
thank you,
.. read more
lessa (kenzie)

3 Years Ago

I am hoping and praying on that. No problem
Time is of the essence so it is said and isn't it just that as time flees ever more quickly...melancholic as it is elegantly articulated...how many take the time to pick roses or just be instead of doing...lovely write dear Jacob :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

we need to pick them soon...tomorrow may not come.
a friend who was my age, just died of a he.. read more
Ruth

3 Years Ago

I am so sorry Jacob...sad news...
2.2.2, a master number... let's hope at least it will be better than 2021. my years are not 58 but my pond also deep, so deep actually that I don't know where the depths are. yes please Mr. J, have some roses and smile that's the best to do.

Posted 3 Years Ago


lightsong

3 Years Ago

Thanks to Miss Margies' poem I see how my review has nothing to do with your poem. sorry about that... read more
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

are you kidding, lightsong...
Your review has everything to do with it...much of it is autobi.. read more

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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