those days

those days

 

 

 

that old country road

traced our heart steps

black-eyed Susans

were our culture, in youth

a Vermont's Mad River insanely cold

but your hand in mine

insanely warm

your lips to mine

passion's pasture

 

contented cows smiled as we passed

but then they are considered dumb

 

maybe i was,

that country road is overgrown with weeds today

my mind is lost in dandelion memories

 

and my heart, a withered Daisy

next to a broken fence

 

from behind which, those smiles 

touched me,

like you once did.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/22/18

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

The pacing in this is wonderful. Dandelion memories is so evocative! It feels breezy and summer drenched, but in the sense of looking back... the feeling of when you're looking back at April from the depths of September.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you again for your kind review, glad you could relate in some way,
j.

[Ms Paragon]

Beautiful use of imagery.I like th way you use the scenery to refer to your memory for what once was but is no more.Nice work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ms Paragon.
j.

[Ms Paragon]

My pleasure!

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words my friend.
"and my heart, a withered Daisy
next to a broken fence"
The above lines. Wonderful. I could write a epic story from. I liked the feel of these words. I felt the yearning to find something gone. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you again for your kind reviews on my work, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome Jacob.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

So in reading this, I felt like sitting in the sun on the porch sipping iced teas and just enjoying a slow sunset's descent, smelling freshly cut sweet grass and admiring the fireflies' captivating spell in mating...

"Your lips to mine
Passion's pasture" that is so lovely!

The cadence and sweeping, lulling and lyrical rhythm of this piece flowed like honey.. living in the South, I can definitely appreciate this peaceful, serene and slow look at the simpler joys in life..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Alexa...
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

I feel for those unfortunate individuals who grew up in cities and never experienced those dusty back roads that led to so many adventures and not a few passionate kisses.
Lost now to those broken fences and run down barns that line the memory.

A good write, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ted,
j.

[CD Campbell]

I was going to try and say something positive about cows besides how good steak tastes, but came up terribly short. Oh yeah, there are mushrooms sometimes in patties, be careful at what time you pick them.
Im a firm believer in dumb love. I think it usually starts that way. These are fine words woven from old country road memories. Im sure glad you have them.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really appreciate your words, CD.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There are certain places, smells or songs that can takes us back to one moment in time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dale.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Beautiful- sometimes we need to take chances while we still can because tomorrow is never promised- wonderful meander down a country lane🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, Kelly...thank you for your words,
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Pleasures mine anytime🌹

[Chris Shaw]

Black eyed Susans, overgrown with weeds, dandelion memories, a withered daisy. I love how you have woven these into the fabric of your poem. That really brings the feel of the countryside out for me. Dandelion memories, is wonderful. It creates an explosion of imagery, dandelion seeds being blown to the wind to become lost in the memory bank. Last stanza poignant.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Christine.
j.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Reminiscing good old days...
This one is really touching. Thanks for sharing, sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dhaye.
j.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

You are welcome, sir.