old recluse

old recluse

 

 

i've hoarded so many lines

and now have a mess of dusty words

never smart enough to file them neatly

 

themes strewn all over the attic

in molding boxes

sort of like my leaking mind

 

the boards warping

sort of like my flat lined imagination

straightened phrases that used to curve

in signature metaphor

 

now just an ugly array of bad poems

unwoven like a half meshed widow's web

the blackness of logic

 

and this slight candle of consensus

won't come to agreement

so i just lock the door

 

and throw away the key

to an aging vocabulary.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/5/15

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

I love the image of the neglected attic, and how it carries all the way through the poem. I haven't been writing very long, so look forward to the time I have a molding pile of unfinished thoughts. A well crafted poem, I thought (for what it's worth).

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Zeitnot.

j.

[Jon Roggie]

Never throw the key. You never know when the cabinet must be reopened.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jon.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

I really like this and can relate to this well ,like the hoarding of thoughts, stored away for another day that end up not used a bit like keeping mementos, books and things we just can't part with for they are part of ourselves.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew..

j.