a dark sky waiting

a dark sky waiting

my pen is bent away from the page

the soft onion skin

begs for a touch

but the insincere ink

flows backward in a brain

with only conventional thoughts

the black and white of it is

that there is no black going onto the white

it is like trying to make snow fall in summer

there is heat in the fingers

but the synapse is dry

the bridge between mind and paper

has been decimated

by delusions that i am a writer

so i sit with a blank look

and empty space below me

like the Apollo 13

gazing longingly at the moon

knowing it will never land.

erin-cilberto

8/15/16

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

At four in the morning, all will become clear. Keep the pen handy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Paul...i will.

j.

[$amala]

Dark skies just met moon #gleaming

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Samala.

j.

[Bacchus]

ink flowing backward in the brain
so creative and sounds dangerous too
it does kill when you can't create sometimes...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it is torture...thank you, Bacchus.

j.

[Papaya]

'but the insincere ink
flows backward in a brain
with only conventional thoughts"

it's like a lover that can't (you know...) because he just isn't feeling it.
these poems are like the poetic foreplay that will bring passion flowing again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ana...

the juices are attempting to flow again

read morethank you for your words, Ana...

the juices are attempting to flow again

j.