Time Passages

Time Passages

 

 

 

ardent hearts devour innocence

when the pulse is not sated

when youth is dated

ages hence we look back to photos

the still ones that still show the edge

of black and white bleeding into grey

 

and tropical veins exploding

with passionate traverse

angels falling, susceptible 

to waking yearnings

&

what do colors really decipher

when the rose-colored glass

is cracking,

when we know better

when that pulse finally slows toward conclusion

 

and all we have left,

is a feeling we wonder

ever existed.

 

 

1/25/19

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your title and words bring back many memories j...Al Stewart’s lovely lisp and all. Yes, our b&w memories fading to grey but etched indelibly. Pictures and soundtracks “when youth is dated” play in an endless loop. Pristine metaphors and grace of lines. The last verse so very true. I felt this poem from beginning to end. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, and yes, i loved his voice....
j.

[redzone]

those old photos do haunt don't they.... they are sometimes the only proof we have that what we had, what we felt was real...

in a somewhat ironic way, I was looking through old photos, wanting to pull together a family tree in an album and came across my wedding pictures from my first marriage and then the following day I read your poem and I had to shake my head and smile... your poems always take me places Jacob, and this one took me right back to those photos...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, and the expressions on those photos...the truth...what we remember is often just the way we WANT to remember it...photos rarely lie,
thank you, Curt
j.

[Paul Bell]

The stillness of time in black and white. That's as human as we get.
Fast forward into colour. The surroundings are always false.
Fast forward, even more, ten years on facebook gets shown to you in full speed.
That really is memories flying by.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah yes, facebook...ugh...
thank you for your insights, Paul...i appreciate your response more than you know.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Dear Hacob... the wonder of seasons when passions defy reality . It is not the Moments in time... but the breathless moments that we wish for when our heart 💜 skips a beat and we stop to appreciate the scent of memories once again. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Pat.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like the below lines.
"what do colors really decipher
when the rose-colored glass
is cracking,
when we know better
when that pulse finally slows toward conclusion"
When the rose-colored glasses don't work. What do we see? Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Coyote...
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Ted Kniffen]

Time winds down and suddenly we are merely players from old black & white photographs. We were young then and everything seemed new. Love was fresh and vibrant...as were we...but things changed. It seems as though we are someone else entirely...but then, I guess we are.
A good one , j. and I like the Al Stewart reference.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Ted...loved Al Stewart....
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

One of the reasons why
life is incredibly sad:
when we need things most
we have them least.
A stirring, beautifully portrayed piece of work, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

These lines are sad and speak to me of someone who has given up on love and has to delve back in the memory bank and photographs to recall its heat. I guess the passage of time and living alone can do that.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.