just numbers

just numbers

 

 

 

I was ten,

at last

 

fasted since I was two

just to find you

 

drifting in light years

from cradle to 17

 

we kissed or some semblance of it

rookie lips confounded

 

I was twenty 

at last

 

and you were just a figment

of my supposed poem

 

drifting in light years

from cradle to 70

 

an at last

without you in it

 

but at least now I can sup

on the memory.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/6/21

Reviews

[shadrach hah]

Hi Jacob, we always seem to remember the moments, no matter what age. We hold them and they stay in the memory to be sipped on in later years. I love the gentle emotion and the passing of time, singing in memories grasp. Another wonderful write, Jacob. Have a wonderful Saturday....Mike.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Funny how we remember some things so vividly and others with clouds in front of them...NY days are like that for me. Selective memories for sure, and then when we get old enough, desperate memories.
thank you for your insights on my work...they always help me to understand my own writes more clearly.
j.

[shadrach hah]

You are always welcome, Jacob. Have a wonderful Sunday....Mike.

[lightsong]

Sometimes if we couldn't get out of the situation when it was fresh, we will stuck within its traces and it will last for long years... and that's what I somehow feel here, it's not only about that first love, but also not being able to move on from it. the emotions felt strong, the sadness is there, the heart can't deny it...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes it takes very long to recover....thank you for your understanding review, lightsong.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Well, young love, no matter how passionate, doesn't always last. She first became a figment, then a no-show for the "at last." Of course, the memory is always there, but it must be thin gruel compared to the original.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.

[barleygirl]

I love how your poem shows how fast we go from "cradle to 17" (which we had previously thought was pretty freakin' fast) . . . to "cradle to 70" (wondering how we got here) *sigh!*

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe the drugs blocked it out, who knows?
Thank you, Margie,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Coming to terms and accepting the past. I got a feeling of peace with this write J. Memories perhaps, that don't hurt as much as they once did. Beautiful my friend.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

No bad memories associated with this one, Chris...
Just a few hours.
thank you,
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Sometimes it takes awhile to make peace with a memory. But when we do what a treat. Great job blending the past with a moment in time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Cherrie,
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Your poem can have so many meanings that it touches upon. From love to knowledge or between both. Perhaps something all together different that resonates in the reader specifically. To me personally I feel it speaks of education and its journey. Though it could change after a few more readings. But I do enjoy this piece immensely. Thank you J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Much education in an afternoon...thank you, Carlos,
j.

[Unspoken poet]

Such an emotional read, I enjoyed this write, made me think of my youth up to now

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Kimmie,
j.