Someone I knew

Someone I knew

 

grandfather withdrew his knee

I bounced on assumption

thought love was in his pocket

but he never reached into it

 

I fell on a floor of theory

I bounced on assumption

love was a cold locket

empty, no little picture

 

no patience for little children

no assuaging their fears

no wiping away their tears

no little picture

 

empty life

now I genuflect on bended knee

praying for a man

so cold

 

his lap froze

to a pocket

carrying a locket

with no little picture

 

just an empty life.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/11/24

Reviews

[Andrew John]

Lockets that are empty lives; lives that are empty lockets. Nice link, J. Granddads can be funny folk.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and sometimes, very distant folk.
Thank you, Andrew,
j.

[nadia dmitri]

So beautiful and heartbreaking. I always like the ways you mix simplicity with loaded symbolism, it works very well, great work :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for those kind words, nadia,
j.

[Soren]

Wow!! Powerful Jacob a pocket full of tears, regrets, sadness. Emptiness is so hollow. As you always do you convey strong emotions in such unique visions. Bits and pieces that make a picture or in this case lack of one. This is why I love your poems friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Soren.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

That poor child, feeling that freeze at such a young age. All four of my grandparents were kind and full of warmth. As a nan myself I know the important role that grandparents can play. It wasn’t only you dear J that missed out. He did too and it makes me wonder why he was so cold to a child.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

He was cold to his daughter...and the grandkids as well....but more importantly the daughter...tough for her to grow up without that love.
j.

[Marie]

This so poignant poem has come from v-e-r-y deep inside you, dear J... It is absolutely heartbreaking to read. Both sets of my Grandparents had crossed over to Spirit before I was born so I never knew them, something I've missed all my life. The final verse in the poem brings the whole poem together for me, J... It is my feeling that Grandfather was cold because he loved someone SO special, after she crossed over to Spirit his life was empty, devoid of love and he was so sad and empty inside from his loss, he forgot what it was like to love. I don't feel he ever allowed himself to love again, J... You have expressed your feelings and reactions the cold emptiness so very finely in this excellently penned poem. I feel in writing it, a little weight has been lifted off your shoulders and I know you understand why Grandfather acted as he did. A little comfort hug on its way to you! Wonderous write, thank you for sharing, J...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Marie...
j.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, J...

[redzone]

There's a trail of tears in your poem, Jacob. In tense emotion flows from that bended knee genuflection. A young boy's love never found its way into a pictured locket and that though alone, makes one feel cold, empty. You tore up my heart with this poem, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Curt,
j.