Voices

 

Voices

 

 

the dashboard

watched us entangle

warning lights flashed

the radio signal wavered

Our favorite song was playing 

through the static

of the half-moon

shadows that dictated our pleasure

 

sins from the original garden

perpetrated guilt

along with our parents' conscience

badgering us as our bodies

found answers to questions

 

if love has dementia

let us forget our vagrant positions

hold tight to what we had imagined

until the rain of opportunity stops

and we drive home under 

rainbows unseen but smiling

in the dark night sky.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/4/23

Reviews

[Ana B.]

A very impactful work dear Jacob. Silent yet so very loud.
It is a pleasure to read your work, as always :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Ana, for your kind words,
j.

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful lines. I love those first few lines. A different theme. Good work 👍

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Arundass,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Ah, the urgent pleasures of parking! Liked especially verse 2, which described the societal no-no's all the way back to St.Augustine, along with the hormonal resistance to same. Verse 3 has that post party sense to it, but suggests we comfort ourselves with our memories as the shadows lengthen. I guess that means there will be no final orgy before the wake.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Urgent Urgent...
that's a song.
thank you, John,
j.

[Weeping willow]

A walk down the road of the past when love dripped from our eyes, inside the youthful days of wild love as we tried to find ourselves in emotions of one another;-] Nicely expressed piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think we did find something, willow. Not sure if it was ourselves or a what was to become a former self.
Thank you,
j.

[D. Mansfield]

Many fond memories, many crushed knees lol, great poem

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ouch. that shift.
thanks, D.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

This poem is filled with nostalgia for a time of a bygone era. Car windows steamed up and a guilty conscience going home to face the prying eyes of parents. ‘Where have you been and who have you been with, and you are half an hour late:) Loved listening to radio Luxembourg and radio Caroline . Quite a trip back J. Great write.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for relating, Chris,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

The pleasure of hidden rendezvous... where a half Noon's Laughter will penetrate the atmosphere. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pat,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I had a ‘66 VW bug so this poem brings memories both wonderful and painful.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That is a really small couch...:))))