some flowers never wake

 

some flowers never wake

 

 

 

cold compost

dreams find themselves delinquent

in fruition's time frame

 

the clock ticks

waste management

a delusion

 

we all fail to rouse

when success is nudging us

maybe cold water might

but the stench would be unbearable

 

and yet, we still won't get to success

before it 

becomes part of the earth

where weeds outgrow

plants

and the blooms we tend to

remain in a comatose state.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/15/19

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... my Gladioli bulbs may never waken... they are so lovely when they bloom.
We can only hope they will rest until time runs out. Sometimes they only bloom one year or two... then they sleep right through June.
Your poetry brings out the Florence Nightingale in me and I find I want to nurse you back to warmth and dreams of Soring. Truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i appreciate your sentiments, Pat....but i am quite contented...most of my poetry is created from past experience....i guess most of us just don't write much happy stuff even if we feel happy...
appreciate you,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear J... writing poetry is one way of letting others know... we all have bitter-seeet memories.. to share. I appreciate you. Pat

[Chris]

We soooo forget weeds ARE plants...
that have a place and purpose
our will hasn't pre-approved
a place and value for ...sigh.

We see what our perceptions allow
in realities where we ARE clueless.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Chris...
always a pleasure to have your visits...
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Top notch poetry with deep life meanings sir Jacob. Every line carries so much truth and philosophy. You are a master in your own right. You focus on the truth and reality unfolds in all its facets.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Sami.....
you are a kind man,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You deserve it and you are welcome...

[Sami Khalil]

"some flowers never wake







cold compost

dreams find themselves delinquent

in fruition's time frame"