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A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


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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

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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The candles on top saddens a lot after one point.
However, it is beautiful to age
Cause age my friend brings not only experience
But also new ways of feeling life

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

what you say is so positive here.
Maybe more candles is not a bad thing.
This is just.. read more
supernova_thoughts

2 Years Ago

So true! Golden years are indeed beautiful. Take care, J.
Well, I'm not sure how old you are my friend but untapped scales would never be your problem. This had an underwater feel to it. I feel this way at times, but then better once again "when the fairy tale is not a fractured moon." What a great line. You shine every single time.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you, Crowley...and I am 72.
j.
When we are young we do dream of that fairy tale life but, rarely does it exist. However, when we find the right partner, it can be a fairy tale like existence. The relationship struggles we have, until we find that right person, are the heartaches and sadness that are the topic of so many poems. The right one will come along. So much in this poem j. Such sadness but, a good write my friend!

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Temp,
j.
Temperance

2 Years Ago

You’re welcome.
Always dude t and to the point. A sadness here I hope subsides. Thanks for boosting jacob

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Ranger,
j.
On the other hand, many poetic geniuses tipped the jug, to their detriment. Love life wasn't so great, either.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

so true, thank you, John,
j.
Wow. Such deep introspection wonderfully described. Now write the sequel: Next. As long as there is a next and the curiosity to find out what it will say, there is hope.

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Winston,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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