mad love

mad love

fleeced eccentricity

counting sheep like ink blots

in a night of courtship with the muse

and she denies

sleep,

yet won't allow my mind exploration

upon her paper skin

the sun slips arrogantly through the shades

with a pertinent grin

in response to my chagrin

another break-up between

creativity and me

but as a parting gift

she lends me a newer, quirkier pen

and gives me a goodbye word

on the cheek.

erin-cilberto

11/28/15

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Perhaps we should have permanently dismissed ink blots with the advent of the ballpoint pen--and "interpreting" such blots when tea leaf reading precipitously--and rightfully--declined.
Enjoyed this extremely creative conjuring of the metaphorical mystique.

[Melissa Lynn Keeling]

This is a beautiful little trickster! I think I know of what its about then surprise! beautifully written by how nicely it all falls into place. Clever and made me smile! I look forward to reading more :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Melissa.

j.

[Annie]

I really love this. I like poetry that is beautifully obscure. I didn't know exactly what you were speaking of till..."upon her paper skin" and then it clicked and the rest of the poem flowed over my mind like a soothing melody. I can relate to the experience in this poem as a writer myself and the way you spoke of your frustration as a courtship between you and the muse is brilliant because that's how I think it is. Excellent poem and word play!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Annie

j.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

This is cute, sir j. The metaphor of your muse to a sweet woman...As I see, you are madly in love with writing. Your pen never dries with ink.
Always smart. Please continue sharing your talent with us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Dhaye...

you really are encouraging to this old poet wannabe.

j.

[JayceeC]

J, I love the personification here, and I wish my muse would be so kind at times. Those squabbles are a real b***h to deal with...fickle. I've never found anyone who thinks their muse is masculine..very telling of how even womanhood sees itself.
Loved the creativity of this and the word on the cheek in parting.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, JayceeC

j.

[alifeacoustic]

Wonderfully captured essence of that elusive temptress that steals so many of our thoughts and replaces them with just enough to quench our thirst temporarily. I have been midway through a piece for over a week now and all I seem to get is the busy signal when I call. But we put up with what little she gives us.
She has done well with this Jacob :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, alife.

j.

[Cassie]

you Jacob, you always have your muse with you. She has never left your side and now i see she kept you good company int he night

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you muchly, Cassie...

j.

[Zugzwang]

Yes...the muse. Ever elusive when we are looking but often there when we are not. Well captured. I think many can relate to this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words,

j.

[David Scott]

The insanity of inspiration. So true.
I wonder if the the kiss is always worth the suffering?
Usually...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, David

j.

[Elwyn]

I think sometimes we keep ourselves up all night, begging and begging our muse to talk to us, to acknowledge we exist, if not partake in an inspiring romance. I'm in awe of your words, once again. thank you for all of the reviews of late.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the visit and kind words, Elwyn,

j.