being used by the museA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertobeing used by the muse metaphoric mountains are just mirages my heart travels flat ground small signature knolls here and there, talent spread over multiple miles stanzas stretching far and wide but is the picture really real? or a subconscious con he thinks he writes truth, but what expands his wastelands of wit are just mists of missed opportunities to unveil his soul, and let the fog rise in filaments capable of leaving deep impressions like heavy dewdrops upon inky grass shimmering in a reader's eye. erin-cilberto 4/25/16
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16 Reviews Added on April 27, 2016 Last Updated on April 27, 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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