the insects' perspective

the insects' perspective

 

 

the condescending stars

hang too closely

in a sky of black comedy

 

our lights dim in expression

the world is a meteor out of control

hurtling toward an earth of poetry

 

can you find me under your moon?

mine's only a quarter,

a slice of pertinent meaning

 

and the flicker is quite far away

light years of understanding

burning out with the heat of words

 

a galaxy of writing

looking down

at worker ants with pens

 

trying not to vaporize

from the intensity

i feel near you.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/1/17

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

There are some superb ideas and thoughts here that could be easily expanded. It is a credit to your mind that you can fit (perfectly) so much into such a write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ken

[Paul Bell]

It's a nice thought to be a speck in the vast universe of life. Writing away, not writing away. Pausing for inspiration. Looking up to the stars for hope. Going to bed. Waking up at four with words flowing. Sadly trying to remember them three hours later.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Paul....you relate!

[Mark Mendoza]

can you find me under your moon?
mine's only a quarter,
a slice of pertinent meaning"

This idea is beyond grand. And yet you write with a comedic wit which puts it back into a compressible perspective. I fell as if seeing that in your writing is seeing a part of who you are . Thank you for the piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Mark.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

We are such tiny specks compared to the universe. Still, if we are important to even one person, we count. Our presence is felt. The last stanza brought a touch of romance into the poem and I liked that. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

exactly, Lydi...we do count.

thank you,
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Masterfully crafted and wonderfully done ... Fact is, we are less than insects on the cosmic scale of things to be fathomed and comprehended within all of existence, yet, somehow we manage (usually via that slippery sloped vehicle of organized-religion) to assert that we possess some manner of importance to the Universe, as if the Universe simply cannot function without mankind ... Nothing could be further from the truth ... Our existence, though valued by us, is incomprehensibly inconsequential to the insurmountable vastness of a Universe that our puny minds shall never, ever so slightly, begin to grasp numerically as to the complexity and enormity of its sheer size and volume that truly relegates mankind to mere specks so tiny that if the Universe at large were placed under an interstellar Electron Microscope we would be virtually undetectable in size and consequential import or impact upon the Universe at large, and its incalculable existence ... Very profound read here, and pleasantly enjoyable ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i agree with all you say...and i also can't imagine why people think there is no life on another planet in another galaxy that could be far more advanced than we...
thank you for your insights, Marv.
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn's Dark Poetry & More]

The answer to your question, Jacob, is that those folks who refuse to believe that there could be life elsewhere in the Universe are themselves exclusive members of that elitist club for the simple minded known as, All-About-Man ... LOL!

[Abhishek Asthana]

again a very deep and thoughtful piece from your end... really admire the perception level... gorgeously penned sir !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you Abhishek...
appreciate your kind words,
j.

[Brittany Bostic]

I loved how I went from a literal image of a small ant or a single person to the more complex idea that we are all somehow woven together to be important. To understand each other and our writing is one of the most incredible things. Well done, as always!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Brittany,
j.

[Papaya]

when i read this it made me remember how small i feel sometimes in comparison to the big picture, and yet, without me, or every other individual, together as a whole, there would be no picture

[jacob erin-cilberto]

absolutely true, Ana...

thank you,

j.

[Tom]

Yes, the pen is mightier than the sword and used with purpose, passion and imagination, even kings shall bow in awe !

Definitively penned Jacob, with purpose, passion and imagination aplenty!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Tom,
j.

[Tom]

Welcome Jacob.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Poetry is for the sensitive, for the feeling, and emotive. It strives for perfection; and since the creator never feels as if its perfect, he strives to keep creating that ever-illusive bit of perfection. I always find a bit of home in your writing, a bit of knowing, and a bit of surprise. Most of all, I always find a relatable beauty. Bravo!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Linda Marie...

j.