Photo

Photo

we strove pastures together

holding dreams

in dairy posture

pure white as the milk

we secured from the old jersey cows

do you know me in the city?

barely a glance 

as you walked by

briskly

black tar marring the pavement

I am bidding for you in concrete pleas

you are like a taxi speeding by

leaving me a non-fare

I will just write you letters

postmarked from a highway in between

barbed wire fences, barbed wire windows

keeping love

from trespass

and me from the bypass

joining us on that Vermont farm

now a painting in a sunset

the colors a strained

innocence that did not last

after the gate opened

but the cows were only alive

in old photos.

erin-cilberto

7/8/22

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The impression is she has moved on. Perhaps that rustic setting was just an interlude, a temporary getaway. She is at heart a big city girl, however she might have presented herself in the days of yore. Another learning experience here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate these insights,
thank you, John,
j.

[Andrew John]

Enjoyed this one, J. I, too, have some photos. I did live on a farm here in West Wales, UK; at the moment I live in a town called Carmarthen (also West Wales), and look back on the farm. Hm . . .!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Those were my favorite days of my life.
thank you, Andrew,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

We Cantered down into the Pasture with the Horses … but that is another Poem… Pat lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh please write it, Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are so Adorable and a Comedian also.. Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

A contented Cow gives the sweetest Milk… under a full moon. The innocence of Green Pastures where Life is romantic and remains so. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true...thank you, Pat,
j.

[Crowley]

This is a movie quality scene you have played out here Jacob. Its memories and forward momentum and snapshots of what got us there. That last stanza is really good and the last lined seperated works extremely well. Yummy!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

I loved this piece. Thank you so much for sharing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, R.J.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

perusing old photos and remembering bittersweet times with your loved one... its seemed like she was a sometimes person, not recognizing you in certain places, building a fence between you... only certain of those memories were joyous....others were hurtful. This seems very personal J.
Nice write!
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

except for the Vermont location, in which I spent many summers and falls as a little kid, all made up...
but I am glad you could see it that way...
that makes me feel that it worked.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

GOOD! You're very welcome J.

[W. Barrett Munn]

J., this is quite the trip into around and back out of memory. It is fascinating to as always to see how you use diction in surprising ways. I really liked this one.
W.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Winston.
j.

[supernova_thoughts]

Past is something to count on
To trace back how we were and are
Love is what pains the most in that

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, supernova,
thank you,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear J, I am loving this beautiful poem. This is not your muse talking, it is you. Go with it. Such wonderful memories and imagery coming from the innocence of Vermont in that photo in comparison to city living with all its barriers. The city can be so lonely. I see a boy in a photograph.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is something to be said for Karma and coincidence...remind me to tell you of something that happened today.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I am reminding you :)