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

[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.