motions in an apathetic circle

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

Wow I got no words-- me--i got no words... Ah-ha, but it seems you are in fact all of the above and then some in this great smash smack of emotions you wrote! I love this every last drop.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much, Bad bunny...i am surprised to see this one resurfacing...and glad it works for readers...'
j.....

[Robert Trakofler]

yes this i am shelving

[kentuck14]

J.
I almost missed this one! May I say this is top notch stuff! Not that I don't enjoy your current work, but I think it is possibly your best . . . to me (right along side your poem about a Bronx street turning into a wave). Love that line near the end, "after all/it's all just a bluff." What an honest confession! Are we not walking contradictions!? This poem expresses so well how we live out so many convolutions. "I want to live outside myself/in the safety of my own mind." Oh how bi-polar are are desires . . . wanting to go beyond our fears and phobias, prejudices, self deceit , etc . . . yet not willing to give up the very things that beset us so.

Wonderful and exacting poem my friend. Congratulation.
Tom

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your very kind words, Tom.
j.

[Ken Simm.]

My first impression was but you do all that Jacob. And then I got deeper into the poem and realised more.
So excellent writing by, (I will still say it) someone I regard as a master.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ken.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Your "wants" are not only contradictory, they are virtually impossible--which may well explain why you so deeply desire them in your life.
Love poker; sometimes my lousy pair of deuces wins!
A profound and pleasing poem that exudes quality; radiates insight

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes the smallest hands come out on top...so true..
thank you, Jimmy.

[steppenwolf]

I want to live outside myself in the safety of my own mind. Wow.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Leslie....

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... poetry is like a game of poker...
a matter of luck... a pair... a full house...
an ill wind or winner take all... inspiration is fragile like a tender kiss or a flower... truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, fragile like a tender kiss or flower...so true.
thank you, Pat.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes I to want to be all that lol. One forgets oneself when one wants to immerse into the other with the shadow of doubt lingering in the background where you want your protected armour on. I thought the last stanza really had a twist somewhat Alfred Hitchcock like " holding a dead hand.... breathing keys.somewhat dark.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights and kind review, andrew.
j.

[Angel]

I really like this! The format you put it in is really good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Angel...

j.

[Angel]

You're welcome..

[Writeforlovely]

wow this was good! bravo!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you!
j.

[Corset]

I want to be the author of this poem :P we can be whatever we imagine ourselves to be, at least in our own minds? I don't want to be Bogart though..."To have and to have not", my favorite of yours I think ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you my poetic friend, for your kind words.
j.