innocent hands

innocent hands

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

 

innocent hands

 

 

 

 

endings play in the sand

building ephemeral castles

that expire with the first rush of tide

 

if only beginnings could slow

so that endings arrived with less haste

maybe the castles would have time

 

to be furnished

with love.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/24/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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I've seen sand castles last quite a while when build farther away from the water line but, most do get washed away. I suppose we can say the same about relationships....if the beginnings were slower maybe the end wouldn't come so soon. Nice read Mr. J. Thank you. Temp

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I think many of mine have been too close to that water line...thank you for your kind words, Temp,read more
Thats beautiful. E en at my age I enjoy sand play and an kind of devastated when the tide claims them. Every nice work

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I still do too, Ranger, and I am only 72...and am more of a child every day.
j.
great title ... mmm innocent hands as a child ... really touched by that sir ... maybe building our castles farther from the shores would stretch the time and distance between beginnings and endings .. i think your beginning this poem with endings playing in the sands is pretty damn brilliant sir .. not flattering to inflate your boat .. just really like the workings of that noodle of yourn ;) .. nice piece jacob! thanks for sharing!
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I appreciate your kind review, E.
encouraging for sure.
j.
Innocent hands, ah the sandcastles we build as children are so different than those we make as adults.
In either case, the castles are washed away the one by the advancing tides, the other by the onrush of years.
Take care - Dave

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, from both...thank you, Dave,
j.
A thought-provoking and thoughtful poem that says a lot in a few lines. Nicely done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Richard,
j.
such a romantic! love the opening, you do have a way with making a big statement in such few words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Patricia,
j.
Perhaps a Medieval Castle with a Moat would keep your Love safe and secure…. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

maybe one with alligators...
thank you, Pat,
j.
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

Love your Humor… it is getting Hot here.…
Have a Great Fourth of July… we had delicio.. read more
Yes, the tide comes in and then goes back out for all of us on this material plane of change. Slowing the beginning might reduce the haste of the end, but the result would still be the same. The moral: Make hay while the sun yet shines.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, good moral, for sure.
thank you, John,
j.
I'm sure this could relate to many things the reader may have experienced in their past, but I see relationships; seasons; musicians travelling, never able to stay in one place. Or, someone never able to find stability in their lives. Or simply people never knowing what it is that would make them happy. There's a metaphor and comparison in so many things.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Relic,
j.
Reminds me of a line I heard I can’t recall where
Everything new is old again or something like that sorry I can’t recall exact line maybe you know
Enjoyed this ! Love the seaside metaphor

Posted 1 Year Ago


Relic

1 Year Ago

Everything old is new again. :)
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Year Ago

Yes that was it !!!

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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 a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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