Coming to a Theater near you this Spring

 

Coming to a Theater near you this Spring

 

 

in bloom

on a September morn

Cotton jeans feel secure

open toed sandals a bit cool

 

autumn has a certain tone to it

leaflets passed out on orange paper

 

and few gold rings 

for the binder

 

i loved you with brisk longing

October's embrace

and then watched a film of my imagination

 

alone,

 

the popcorn was too buttery

and my Twizzlers' memory

a bit too chewy

like it was old or something

 

expensive regrets

cost more than the movie

but the seasons change for free

 

if only i could 

with them.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/20/17

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Autumn is the new Spring, so I hear, and sixty is the "new" forty. It seems modernity is catching up quicker than previously imagined with no sympathy for stragglers. Never mind what your seasons tell you. I enjoyed the read my friend. Your metaphor is brilliant as usual.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind and insightful words, Fabian.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

A magnificent example of your genius for metaphors.
In that regard, readers hope and trust you will not change.
(These days, lousy popcorn and stale candy are hardly all-that-minor financial losses.)
Sadly, old memories never reach resolution--just grow older.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful comments, my friend...and your kind remarks as well...

j.

[DIVYA]

Sadly, the ravages of time and aging don't spare even the memories Mr. Jacob....

autumn has a certain tone to it
leaflets passed out on orange paper

and few gold rings
for the binder

These lines were too beautiful. You shake the reader with your depth of poetry here. Kudos!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, DIVYA...
j.

[KeeD]

I feel the melancholy throughout the piece and somehow it feels so relatable. This poem reminds me of putting on an old tshirt, one that is stuck to my comfort and rejected by change. I find myself stuck in many situations, even though I'm in awe of change. Great write my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, change rejects us, or the other way around...thank you Keegan.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha you are like me I wear 't' shirts and jeans all year round in defiance of the winter. These memories of angst and break-up feel sad and brutal in this piece. Memories often become stale and tainted and far from nutritious.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your words, John.
j.