nothing

 

nothing

 

 

crawlspaces

and frozen faces

frozen keyboards

ice box words, chapped lips

trying to say them aloud

 

the temperature in the room

is turning me blue as dead

 

and it is coming from inside my mind

not outside where the degrees

are higher,

and i am still taken aback

that i have one hanging on my wall

 

because that's all there seems to be

a document with my name

and a poem without one

 

a cold basement in which to lay my head

and sleep

sleep

 

seeing those frozen faces in my dreams

as frigid syllables

immovable as large stones

 

smooth stones, slick stones

closing eyes

i slide down into the deep water

 

no sound no rhyme no reason

just a plunge into a dry season.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/14/17

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i see a many yeared history in this one .. sad reflections of seemingly a "nothing" life ... i like the all in my mind part ..it reminds me of a revelation i had while ice fishing when home for Christmas during my early college years ..I was all by myself ..on a pond no one went to .. i had a #10 can with a little fire in it to warm my hands by and a little stool to sit on .. the busy college life all came to a stand still and i actually said to myself those very words .. all that noise "Is in my own head" ;) and i like the writers block that is so tragically depicted ... it signifies a strong desire to create ..so what does one do with a dry season?? hmmmmmmmmm write about it right?! :)))
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words and sharing your story, E.
j.

[Cassie]

And a poem without one, this line captures me...you always wow me with your words

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cassie.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Twists and turns Jacob, on cold thoughts that came about from nothing, when thoughts of creative thinking have dried up to a frostbite scenario.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much andrew....
j.

[Ardra]

this poem has a feel of wanting to let it all go..

smooth stones, slick stones
closing eyes
i slide down into the deep water

made me feel suffocated under water..unable to breath but still wanting it all to end in a peaceful manner..to numb it all ...
(not sure if you meant it this way - just my interpretation)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i just love your interpretation....

thank you, Galadriel...

j.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Oh boy! Well done...this, oddly, feels like a person who has run out of words. He has entered a "dry season" where the syllables are frigid and immovable. You have turned this, with all the other mystery it seems to carry, into a really solid metaphor - the winters seasons of our mind where nothing new is made. Not so here though. This is great! Your form is always perfect.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Kristina---
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wordplay and metaphors which simply astound Jacob. The feelings I sense in this (my interpretation as usual) are of someone feeling in limbo, stuck and longing for something else but having to accept it is out of reach. Whether it be inspiration or love.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i appreciate your words, John.

j.