fractured

fractured

the bones of me

fused logic

tortured tendons

tarry with quicksand motion

age is the face I see in glass homage

lines drawn poetically numb

eyes damned in expression

tearful pupils

close their books

I am but of antique image

the bones of me

in rusted persuasion

calcium contrived

from salted memory

age is the face I turn away from

as the poetry secedes 

in unison

the words damned in expression

a dusty reflection

in quicksand motion

I break the glass

the bones of me

boast

then cry

wondering what

the tearful pupils 

learned.

erin-cilberto

11/7/2024

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

We all see differently. The you that you face in the mirror is not what others may see. Your pupils gain from a wealth of experience and a life long love of your art. There is sadness here, but there need not be. The teachers I remember most are the ones that had lived.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your encouraging words, Chris,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... a Deck of Cards can be different for each player. Our mind can be clear; however our muscles become weak. We still hold the Ace with a Cane. With Thanksgiving on the horizon... we still can be thankful for a Clear mind and hopefully digest our Food. Until we experience Aging, it is only a word like Apple. May your Cornucopia provide fruits and vegetables to build healthy bones that Groan. Blessings and Prayers... my Friend... Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your insights, Pat,
j.

[duff]

The wisdom over the years is direct and a powerful point. I like how you take that experience and are able to put it down. Great work Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kindness, duff,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

How sad mirrors and retrospection can be to poets who search for truth and beauty in equal measures. Perhaps? If only people could see that life might leave its lines and the like but.. BUT, they leave walking experience, history, grandeur and moRe.; they leave hearts and minds that have learned what is not merely what others think it should be.. make-belief and facade. Was shown at an early age that age is to be respected, to be a helping hand when it comes to choice and its worth. The young want.. the older know by experience that what one wants is not always..nay, IS usually the play but not the game.
You, sir, see yourself in a mirror, we see you as a man with the abilty to pen an occasional poem that touches the mind or heart. Plus more. Would suggest you turn that mirror to the wall and write a poem about friendship - with yourself.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, em. I am lucky for the friends I have...and always grateful.
I appreciate your review, and You,
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your response reminds me of an old song, "Many a tear has to fall, but it's all , in the game."

[Marie]

I agree with Amy that this poem is a very powerful write where the poet comes face to face with an older version of himself which he has reached with the passing of time. We all feel and look our age now, dear J. We have beautiful memories of younger years, different times to those we live in now and like me I am sure you too, are very grateful to have lived thus far as so many of our peers did not make it to our age as their life was cut short either by disease or suicide. We're the golden oldies now. The wise ones of yesterday who learned many life lessons through the years. The sands of time trickle ever so slowly in the 'hour glass' but there's not much sand left now to trickle down and I pray it goes even more slowly! A wonderfully penned poem in which feelings are so openly expressed and acknowledged through both word and visual details. I have to say that I would not turn back the hands of time to yesteryear even if I could, dear J... I am happy as I am in the present and life is much better for me than it used to be. I am SO grateful for that. Thank you for sharing your beautifully inked poetry, it is ever a delight to read, dear J...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, we are the golden oldies. I am happy where I am as well. I like the wisdom that comes with this age.
Thank you for your kind review,
j.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear J...

[Amy R]

What a powerful one.
The poem reflects on the accumulation of experiences and memories that shape one's identity, while also expressing a sense of loss and yearning.
Glad I could inspire you to write something so meaningful..
Age is definitely something we notice through our body, but it doesn't mean loving it less.

Thanks for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thanks again for the inspiration..WC is good to me by giving me much inspiration for my own writing.
And thank you for the kind words on the poem itself.
j.

[Amy R]

You're welcome 😊 Keep good dear poet!!!

[Relic]

Getting older is no fun as I'm learning. It's a curse put upon us all we must face .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Tim,
j.

[JD Major]

Since Tuesday, despair is felt by so many.
I'm wondering if your beautifully written lines reflect the Nation.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for these words, JD.
j.