Mid-Wives love the Jackals

Mid-Wives love the Jackals

 

 

 

i live Valium blues

within congested walls of anxiety

contemplating the next pill, the next fix

the regiment to keep me sane

 

but syllable logic writes itself

on the therapist's pad, 

graffiti etched in graphic sin

 

black markings that turn the jazzy memory

into deep purple placenta

as my misery hangs on hard

in its womb, loving the dark glue of super madness

 

floating in expectations of the worst

a baptism awaits with conjugal intention

the birthing of another child of pain

 

another bout of craziness we want stillborn

but the body slowly rises out of the abyss

and there is form and mass

and crass insensitivity

 

and a Gershwin rise

of the same old colors

and i dye

in blue,

glad to have finally entered

that symphony of 

insanity

with all my notes cleverly concealed

in the pocket no one can see.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/19/16

Reviews

[Nisreen]

Jacob waw
this is a painting with jazz music
i dont even have words

and that never happens lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, RiverSided...:)))

[Bacchus]

I love this.
Two topics I love- birth and staying sane.
Thanks for this one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Bacchus...

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

The use of regiment here changes everything. It elevates the poem to an entirely different level. Very wonderful word usage.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, KL...

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

it is my pleasure to read your work.

[Chris]

I like your using "regiment" as a play on regimen-meant.

This one brought a lot of word-play and possibilities to mind - I appreciate that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris...always appreciate your reads and angles to the poems.

read morethank you for your words, Chris...always appreciate your reads and angles to the poems.

j.

[Chris]

The angels' angles keep us new.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I felt a kind of bliss in the reading of this maddening tragedy. Here is a poem that could go on and on into midnight where freshness of the ideas, themes and metaphor catapult the reading into the morning hours.

Quite a small masterpiece Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really appreciate your words, Al...they are encouraging...

j.

[Beccy]

'the birthing of another child of pain,' Yes indeed!

No matter the imagination, I am minded that if you haven't experienced something, you cannot truly write from the heart about it.

For me, this is a perfect and so cleverly accomplished description of the birthing of a poem.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for those kind words, Beccy...

j.

[Carolynn]

Anxiety, depression, feelings of insanity all very difficult emotions that suffocate for sure - your descriptions are done so well - you have such a wonderful gift for writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind, Carolynn...thank you for your words,

j.

[emmajoy]

'.. that symphony of - insanity - with all my notes cleverly concealed - in the pocket no one can see.'

'The mind, finding it, keeping it, losing it - is a constant battle from the moment we start learning to walk until The Now. Life is a hell of a battle, every week throws a punch or few. This poem is as dark as jacob can be, whether fact or fiction you've woven the most extraordinary metaphors of how the mind.rises and falls, fades and near explodes- and nobody but Self knows, feels, trembles. Tis like being alone on a trundling old train seeing a dot of light in the far distance and a cold spine of feeling that you'll never reach it.. or like you, it'll just ....

Your poem hits me here and here, heart and head.. it's a restless piece written with almost scary precision. How does a mind do that?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i don't know, emma...the mind can be chaotic and somehow words might come that make sense...who knows....but for sure, i thank you for your words...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Humming "Rhapsody in Blue" to myself as I read.....how many people hide their insecurities, their fears, their quirks? How many are afraid to reveal them because the world is so unforgiving? Misery stays inside. No therapist can erase the graffiti on the walls of our minds. Powerful write. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank again for your kind words, Lydi...

j.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Purple placentas and 'the dark glue of super madness' describe well the depressed and disorientated mind. I wonder how many of us conceal them in our pockets!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very many of us, i imagine...thank you for your words, Aunt Astri..

j.