the buzz at birth

the buzz at birth

 

 

life's expectancy 

much like a fly's interim

short of time, of love

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/2/19

Reviews

[Dennis Shanaberg]

A beautiful, short but sweet collection of words. At birth, such potential, even though our time is fleeting. I really liked this short poem

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dennis.
j.

[Laura Kate]

There's such innocence in these lovely words, of the infant, of the mother, of the fly buzzing around in frenzy with seemingly no direction. Until.... until what? We may have such high expectations, for ourselves and those imposed on us by others, and yet so much time can be wasted buzzing around without any direction. Do we have to have direction, though? Isn't it okay to buzz and wander, if that is what makes someone happy? What if the only real issue is the creation of expectation.
I just love where this took me.
Laura.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like where you went with this....yes, the creation of expectation...that is what kills the buzz at times.
thank you for your insightful words, Laura....

j.

[Laura Kate]

Absolutely, it does.
Laura.

[kitty]

And yet if nourished ..it can go on and on. The pitfalls of life comes through but with perseverance it can be a joyful experience.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

exactly, kitty, exactly...
thank you...
j.

[John the Baptist]

It is important in reading this one to note that it says not life expectancy, but life's expectancy. Indeed, that factor, the expectations we entertain, is always plagued by shortages of time and love. That's probably why so many of us drink.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

excuse me while i open another bottle...gulp...
thank you, John...
nice catch there.read moreexcuse me while i open another bottle...gulp...
thank you, John...
nice catch there.
j.

[David Klay]

Sadly true and yet many of us waste that precious time on nonsense.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, David,
j.

[Dave Brown]

I guess we'd better enjoy it while we can
Unless reincarnation comes to fruition

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe it already exists....i feel i lived during the early days of the west, sometimes.
thank you, Dave,
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Yes, the human lifespan is less than the tiniest blip on Eternity's radar.
As a matter of fact, all human lifetimes, combined, aren't much more.
And, as for love, there never seems to be enough.
Little poem with big meaning.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Jimmy,
j.

[Pete]

great analogy. was actually talking about this with someone recently. as we get older time seems to pass more quickly. in youth we were always impatiently looking forward to something. those somethings dwindle with age. we are faced with our own mortality and have more time to dwell upon it - more to look back upon, less to look forward to. holding onto wide-eyed youth is coveted - ponce de leon unsuccessfully searched for the fountain of it so perhaps we should take a page from his book and just accept it ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really appreciate your insightful words here, Pete,
thank you,
j.

[barleygirl]

This biz has been hitting me hard lately . . . where did all that time go? *sigh!* Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, me too...thank you, my friend,
j.

[DIVYA]

Superb comparison...A fly's interim...The buzz at birth becomes the buzz at death so quickly. Hardly any time for love.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, life goes by so fast...thank you for your words, DIVYA,
j.