Once Was

Once Was

 

bending rules

like bending tribulations

of flowers in a storm

 

stemming from revolt

they lean alee of the windy seas

riots bud, bloom, touch the shadowed sun

 

in surprise abandon

the movement ceased once

when there was such promise

 

a garden of good faith

turned violent

then eerily peaceful

 

we fooled ourselves long ago

now we live with the bland garden

we view through our picture window

 

of the past,

then draw the shades

because the roses were beheaded

 

and now are just ugly reminders

of how we let the frost

turn our dreams into hallucination.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/12/23

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... you have written a Poem that views Reality.
Let us Hope that Venus... the Evening Star will be our Compass to follow where the Path is smoother...
an awakening for those who have tried to destroy our Free Will and Laws to Live by where Civilization has a Chance to Survive and plant Gardens and Compose Music and discover Cures for the Ills of the World.
A World united in Freedom to Heal and Save Lives. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that would be the utopia we could all wish for.
thank you, Pat,
j.

[AYVID N]

flowers in a storm....these words there up such stunning images. Your words made me think of precious things lost. Perhaps a paradise turned barren from frost.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

perhaps, yes. Thank you divya,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

This reminds me of the promises of youth or a youthful country as it is corrupted to the point no longer recognized.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Where did it go?
thank you, Winston,
j.

[Wondering Mind]

I think "(ego)" has much to do with this sad status... deep writing. Very deep

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate you, W.M.
j.

[Tom]

It's only so many times we can beat the devil, eventually though he will come calling demanding our very souls for past promises that never were garnished, there's no more hiding, his departure leaves a loveless, colourless void ..

' and now are just ugly reminders

of how we let the frost

turn our dreams into hallucination.'

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Tom.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Sadly the frost has a habit of nipping things in the bud. That is where lessons can be learned. Best protect against the frost knowing the damage it can cause. A sad poem J, but one of great beauty and feeling.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

There is always that longing to the once was times, places, events. Sadly, we can't stop change and aging. Gardens have to follow seasons like humans.
Long live Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob.

[Red Brick Keshner]

oh! The aftermath, the calm after the storm is passed. A little frost should not our dreams curtail or transform. But it does on many an occasion. So true j, so true.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, it does. thank you, Red Brick,
j.