at

at

 

 

 

at 72

blue 

and inexperienced at love

 

the kind everyone supposes

when the fairy tale is not a fractured

moon

 

the grass moans

in defeat

as the mower expresses

 

and life is cut short

in  the blades

of indignities presented

 

at such a late age

when poetic genius

never quite tipped the scales.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/6/22

Reviews

[Angus Ford]

Loved the poem with some excellent lines "when the fairy tale is not a fractured moon" resonated with me and the last verse is superb, a wonderful piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Angus,
j.

[Angus Ford]

You're more than welcome Jacob

[Patricia]

Who is experienced at love? I want to meet that person, I have so many questions. Loved the grass/mower metaphor, original!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your words, Patricia,
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

"At" this time in my life, a life that is dwindling and damn sure fading fast into the setting sun of this life lived to that point of battery's depletion and no more available recharges left, this beautiful piece of your heart set to pen of page is powerfully thought provoking in resonation's contemplation of that coming day when all shall culminate in our final sigh of goodbye to this life lived, spent, and wasted in never quite making the mark we sought so avidly, nor accomplished as successfully as we had hoped and dreamed of in aspirations become exasperations of bereavement's total lack of achievements with not one more time's chance to roll the dice of living this life again ... Poignant in the true essence of that fine word ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your review is much better than the poem...thank you for your understanding words, Marve,
j.

[Gee]

Brings to mind the sporting geniuses over here in Britain, they reach great heights easily, reach for the sun and get it then self combust. Perhaps this all comes to easily for you Jacob :))
Hope you are well.
I'm coming out of my first, and hopefully last, dalliance with Covid :))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Gee...and I am so sorry you are dealing with Covid.
get better fast.
j.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

‘When poetic genius never quite tipped the scales.’ Your poetry never disappoints. You always deliver and you always write such relatable work. Overtime in life it feels like things start to go missing. I wish it didn’t, it leaves you feeling empty. Your work here is breathtaking. I feel this poem deeply- and I believe that it can only get better. Thank you for sharing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Vertigo.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A great metaphor to how hard it is when we lose our innocence at too young of an age.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dale,
j.

[Lale]

You wouldn't have come up with this amazing poem, if you hadn't had the sparke. Just look for it, It's somewhere...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Lale, appreciate you,
j.

[Relic]

We write because we love to. Expression in some sort of form...painting, poetry...does it for us. But, often times love of another is missing. This is a common theme among artists of any type. Underneath, there's always something missing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, such a common theme...thank you, Relic,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Many things still blossom late in life J, apart from the flowers in the garden. There is much to be thankful for and I certainly find more pleasure in the little things. A toddler's smile, can make my day. A bunch of flowers can really delight. I tend to forget the number of candles the cake should have, though for sure I will eat it.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... being 82 myself... I can tell you... it only
gets better... the enevitable is closer and you find yourself a
challenge... "I can do this"! I still haven't seen a Rainbow for a number of years; however, I believe I will see a Rainbow... perhaps this Summer.
Flowers fade, but Bulbs remain for some; and others may be pollinated.
Children smile and find Joy in Butterflies, and so do I myself. I still dream of visiting Ireland and Scotland... and even of writing Poetry by the Avon where The Ghost of Shakespeare may appear. Every Season of our Life has a Purpose... I will drop bread crumbs on my way. We always carry an attitude of youthful dreams... a place with Willows and Creeks with stepping stones. tenderly, Pat p.s. I found your poem on "Most Read". Congratulations

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Most Read?
anyway, thank you for your kind words and I hope you get to do all those things.read moreMost Read?
anyway, thank you for your kind words and I hope you get to do all those things.
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh, on those lists here at WC...thank you for that.