Time Passages

Time Passages

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


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

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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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.

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

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

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

yes, and the expressions on those photos...the truth...what we remember is often just the way we WAN.. read more
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.

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

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

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Pat.
j.
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

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

thank you, Coyote...
j.
Coyote Poetry

10 Months Ago

You are welcome my friend.
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.

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

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

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy,
j.
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

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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