through the lens of a different era

through the lens of a different era

 

 

 

 

you were my high-rise sweetheart

fifth floor blondness 

the breakfast lady with a wink for me

 

as i stood in line 

for scrambled eggs and side of affection

 

we were a Kodak moment

in time,

and 1971 temporarily developed

into a love story

 

until we were overexposed

you became a too-pretty snapshot 

of yourself

 

i was looking for a new place to live

a new decade in which

to find my next meal...

and a new server

with a different exposure...

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/25/17

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Ooohhh aaahhh love this Jacob took me back in time love this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Julie.
j.

[Carol Cashes]

Reads like an old movie: high-rise sweetheart, fifth floor blondness, winking, the only thing missing was "a cup o' joe, with those scrambled eggs. Loved the imagery - saw the Thin Man. Good read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and it all happened just like depicted..one of those memory photographs from a time in my life...i think back with fondness.
thank you, Carol.
j.

[keith]

i know this all too well
a kodak moment indeed
story critical done with style and class

thanks

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the kind review.....

j.

[keith]

i say only that which is earned
scrambled eggs and side of affection indeed!

[Lydia Shutter]

Great metaphor! What once served its purpose can not be revisited....and if it is, well, it is usually a disappointment. 1971....I remember it well. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Lydi...
j.

[kelvin]

Sometimes we have to move on in life things we come across are definitely snapshots for memory . shrines the eggs are scrambled, literally. To much exposure can be nite a good thing sometimes asas always keep writing fellow writer. This is a good one treks a story

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you , Kelvin, appreciate your kind words,
j.

[kelvin]

You're welcome

[B]

It seems nowadays the level of exposure for each and every single one of us has left so little to the imagination
whether it is a matter of attire or behaviour
Women lost their poise and became too much
And for a traditional man this goes all to waste
as he longs for that elegance in the scene that once was

I enjoyed reading this piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Nisreen.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This tells a tale of infatuation and paints it as a sad affair, shakkow and explorative as youth develops to manhood and beyond Jacob. Love the lens theme as if recalling in snapshots of sepia memories.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John...
j.