flower children in turpentine distress

flower children in turpentine distress

 

 

you brushed me off 

like a throwaway water color

a half painted portrait of despair

 

i think there was love in your mixture

but a heart in heat eventually loses temperature

and the rose runs from the bristles

before it finds a canvas home

 

i was your studio

until the room got cold

 

now our love looks like a wounded Pollack

bleeding what's left of us

onto a floor

                   with no protective splash

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/5/18

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

if someone couldpaint your poems they would be very interesting and two or three dimensional coloured definitely not in pencil my mum did watercolours and my ex husband does oils
very good poem

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Julie.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

As beautiful as a Simon and Garfunkel song- sweet and sad. “I was your studio until the room got cold.”-strikingly resonant. Great metaphor, imagery that cries in color, musicality. Superb.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting and flattering that you would bring up S&G...my dear friend Jane and those two were the influences who started me writing back in 1969....Saw S&G in concert in November of '69---was before they released the Bridge album...but they sang about 5 songs from it...still remember how awed i was by them.

j.

[KWP]

Ooh Jacob I like this. So many lines here pierce and stay. the conjuring of deep hurt and pain lingers well after you realise what could happen without the protective splash. This makes me smile only because I appreciate the way it has been written :) X Happy New Year J X

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, KWP....
and Happy New Year back at you!

j.

[Rebecca Leigh]

I live the lyricism in this write... well done on capturing your audience...Thank you for sharing your work

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Rebecca.
j.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

My Mother was a Flower Child, I can correctly refer to my childhood as non-traditional. These words resonate for me, your ref to the painting especially I can smell the mixing of unique colors. And of course the surreal to the point of abstract thinking. Nice write.

Sheer Terror

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review and sharing that about your mom being one of us...
j.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Ted Kniffen]

What do they call 'flower children' these days? Old farts...senior citizens...elderly. But when the young look at us,there are so many stories they will never know. We weren't always like this, but love won or love lost we are still here. From one oldie (but goodie) to another, this is another fine bit of writing.
Ted

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you Ted...actually i find it interesting that my students enjoy hearing anything about the old days...
yes, we are elderly flowers now.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Turpentine can erase the color, but never the memory. The feelings back then, well, they were filled with passion and romance and lust. Somehow they dull with time, but if the love is real, it does last. Your poetry is always vivid with metaphor...and a joy to read. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.
j.

[redzone]

todays social norms (turpentine) certainly dilute our colors Jacob... even back then some of us lost love, my first wife left because she saw how difficult it would be to actually have a life with meaning and for the revolutionary transformation of society... as you put it the "heat" became tepid, then cold..

I love Pollack and in a strange way when I was painting, I did a few Pollack style paintings and these coinsided with my breakup, splashing colors onto canvas and I didn't care about the splash... I called them my "Fury Canvas"... surprising how cathartic these 3 paintings were...

Jacob your poetry is always so richly layered in metaphor... you get the splash and the wound bleeds our colors on the floor, and it seems your heart as well....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, thanks for sharing, Curt...i am glad when any poem i write can trigger this kind of response and/or memory...
i bet those paintings were cathartic...
thank you,
j.

[redzone]

yeah, they were, wish I still had them... lol

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad ending to this tale my friend. Bleeding and dying for love. I was a logical man. Found a tavern and drank with Jim Beam and Jack Daniel. No rope near by. Thank you Jacob for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life is risk, isn't it?
so safety nets, just a lot of falls and broken bones as well as hearts.
thank you, Coyote.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

so many unfulfilled dreams and hopes from the flower children ... and definitely a lot of "heat" ;) idealism can point a good direction but must be assumed to have no "arrival time nor place" ..i love Pollack...not just for creations but his attitude at the time was very radical and courageous ... reading takes me through the event, the distress, grief, and loss ..and no splash!!! just stuck and drowning in brown muck ...wheew! ;)
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad you could feel this one a bit, E.
thank you,
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

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