Aesop's Play

Aesop's Play

 

 

rifts of amazement

the illusion of you

i actually held in my arms once upon a time

 

fairy tale lips 

told me a story

i acquiesced

 

kept reading

kept looking up all the emotions i didn't know

became a sophisticated heart

 

but all of that perusing

the absorption of ecstasy

the happy ending pretending

 

didn't fulfill its promise

and when i got to the end

i closed the book,

 

in solemn pretense

alone,

with no recompense

 

once upon a time

of you.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/11/17

Reviews

[Beccy]

Hope springs eternal and so we turn the pages no matter. Love, needing to be loved is the driving force behind everything mankind does and is truly the most powerful of emotions. Call it what you will, wrap it in any dust cover you like, but without it we would not even bother to turn the first page.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Beccy.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's a story we all know of, especially how it ends. I loved the once-upon-a-time feel of this, Jacob. Such a classic closure!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kelly...appreciate your words.

j.

[Isabella Ivy]

Awwww. I think this is my favorite of yours that I've read so far! 'I actually held you in my arms once upon a time', 'fairy tale lips'... oh my goodness, all of it! Perfect write for me. Sad story yes, but terrific poem. Thanks for the read :) Isabella.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, I.I.

j.

[Isabella Ivy]

My pleasure!

[redzone]

some books, as in life, have no happy ever after ending... and I am not sure which is worse, the belief in the illusion of a happy ending or the reality of a once story of pretending... both leave one with a no recompense...

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks for your insightful words, Curt.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

We were all bright eyed and expectant once. Love we are told in fairy-tales ends well; then we grow up and 'walk the walk' only to be let down and realise it was all illusion. You weave the story in inked metaphors laiden with such pathos Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i remember those days..."bright eyed and expectant"---
thank you for your words, John.read moreyes, i remember those days..."bright eyed and expectant"---
thank you for your words, John.
j.

[Papaya]

Even a good book ends eventually... :-(
Really liked this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ana.
j.