an instrument's keyA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
play
the strings of my heart even as my emotional
chords lie dusty in an attic
brain, a lost room, a rusted lock ne'er touched for
centuries in one poet's memory
words escaped through
the cracks in the ceiling of saturation the dampness invites the
bats to play
because they, like me see little in your
darkness, we just take flight flittering and
fluttering hoping to land on an old
harp (tuned to tender
fractions of notes)
that still has life
enough left to play even the shortest
tune.
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4 Reviews Added on January 16, 2016 Last Updated on January 16, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally 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..Writing
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