a place setting

a place setting

16 candles

4 burnt tires

a road taken

skid marks on a cake

not eaten

frosting over a young grave

butter cream memories

of a life

and an unused

dessert fork

erin-cilberto

11/28/24

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Little one can say about such a tragic happening, Jacob. This has to be true, my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Saw a news piece a few nights ago...one of the adjacent towns...bad car wreck, one teen survived the other three did not.
So young, so much life ahead of them....incredibly sad.

[emmajoygreen]

Dear Lord, we've had the same here.. one lad just passed his driving test and took three friends out for a ride! Not had a drink but maybe showing off on narrow Dorset roads (not one motorway in this county!) Imagine the families' Christmas this year.. and all the future ones? People of all ages storm through life as if there is/was no tomorrow.. and for many.. there is not. Sometimes we need be sad for other people, even strangers, people read or heard about. That sadness maybe helps us to remember 'we all bleed'. Yes, sir, incredibly sad. In fact,, beyond sadness

[W. Barrett Munn]

You take me back to a time that itself was paradox, less troubling yet more troubling simultaneously, a time when someone left a cake out in the rain and the sweet green icing’s flowing down and I’ll never have that recipe again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

God, my all-time most hated song....except when Donna Summer did it.
Thank you, Barrett for your read and words,
j.

[John the Baptist]

I seem to recall an old song called "16 Candles." What we have here, I believe, is a comment on a loss that occurred too early. The poem sounds like a recollection of something that actually happened. It may have occurred at this time of year, and that is what sparked the memory.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The Crests...great song.
Yes, I saw a story on the news yesterday....three teens killed , one injured in a crash...just high school kids...no chance to live the lives they might have....

[Robert Trakofler]

ouch that smack in the face hurt :( for some reason your title didn't saturate my thick head until after I read the lines! I was on Facebook and a picture popped up of a special Thanksgiving meal I made for my stepmother when she was in hospice and of course I kept seeing that image all thru this thanksgiving. this one kind of hit home for me brother Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Sorry, if it made you feel sad, brother Bunny....
we lose too many people at our age.
Thank you for the read and understanding.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Someone still thought of dearly at the Thanksgiving table. A little brevity which stretches into a story. Has a lovely soft femine feel to the lines. Sixteen years, is a young life cut short. The burnt tires hurt. I saw the flames, fierce and then candles flickering. Beautiful poetry J tinctured with an ongoing sadness.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Chris,
j.