High Noon for the BardsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoHigh Noon for the Bards prolific
gunslingers with poetic bullets reign fire upon the
streets of a dawn's diplomacy pages react like
tumbleweed connections drawing the blood of
poets, accuracy suspect, with a
spray of words but somebody gets hit, maybe the innocent
bystander who hasn't read a single word perhaps the little
bookworm by the upstairs window streets blaze with
rhymes, zig-zag meters and sometimes free verse
shots from the hip somebody dies a good
death and no hanging is
required if the poet's aim is
true or not. the words will meet at
high noon some a few sheets to the
wind nevertheless--courage
finds its syllabic guts the pens are drawn & tomorrow, will be drawn
again. erin-cilberto 4/16/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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14 Reviews Added on April 19, 2018 Last Updated on April 19, 2018 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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