ellipses stored in a safe place

ellipses stored in a safe place

 

 

 

an attic's worth of inspiration

gathering dust bunnies

accelerated reproduction of splintered syllables

 

footprints echo from thundering keys

a poet once found solace

hiding in the darkness of his themes

 

i hear distant sounds so close

my thoughts look up and away

steps to a certain heaven

infinite count

 

i am trying to get back up there

i love to feel the eclipse 

when my memories hide in those shadows.

 

they are i

i am they...

 

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/25/19

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

The ever-present clever metaphors effectively elicit stark imagery.
A poem that clearly demonstrates one very rare quality--eclipsical brilliance.
Stunning read, J!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy,
j.

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There is nothing worse for a poet or writer to have their memories and inspiration gathering dust bunnies; they are such an important source for the words we spill on the page. That we love to dwell time and time again amongst those treasured memories accumulated is only natural; for as you summarised succinctly at the end of the poem....they are us and we are they.

A fine write, Jacob. My own inspiration has been gathering dust bunnies of late. I might need to visit my own attic a little more often.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Doodley...
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

wow you blew me away with this and the dust bunnies love that
i really enjoyed this Jacob as usual your poetry does not disappoint me

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kindness, Julie.
j.

[Crowley]

Love the title, and the use of ellipses, apparently I have too many of them stored in my attic...lol! But with that we have to find those trinkets and treasures that we use to identify with the we, the us, the it and express them in the best way we know how. A day in the attic is not a bad day at all if we are there to dust off our soul. Great piece!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Crowley,
j.

[emmajoy]

' i love to feel the eclipse - when my memories hide in those shadows. - - they are i - - i am they...'

An attic, the memory's safe place.. perhaps? We've stored 'stuff' we might not use day in, day out. But, if we peep - even briefly, there are snippets waiting to be found. Remembering can be magic best, or, reminders that life is unsafe - has deposited lessons that were never fully learned. For me, you've laid that and more, in your usual concise but descriptive way

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, em.
j.

[emmajoy]

You'rew welcome, did the best i could.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The imagination is the key to doors in our mind we never knew existed.
You certainly have many great heirlooms in your mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dale,
j.

[Paul Bell]

The attic is a treasure trove of everything good in your past. It's a bit like history where all the answers live.
The great thing about writing on paper is, it's up there, slightly dusty, but takes you back and asks the question. When did you stop being a rebel?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Paul.
j.

[Relic]

I've often wondered if we embellish our memories as time goes by. I used to sit on the side of my yard when there were still woods. Now there's a mansion made of brick that separates me from the sunny sanctuary I loved so much. Being I know I'll never be able to go back to that place, it makes it all the more sad to reminise.

This particular poem resembles that same desire. To go back again to a special place that emanated inspiration and pleasure. A solitary place of sound and words perhaps heard and read for the first time. This type of place lies in the mind like a monument that will stand for a good while.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing you experience, Relic...i really enjoy seeing how others relate to words we write.
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I am caught up in this right now … so, so much. I want to climb those stares but even the thought seems too much to bear. It's such a hollow in the soul. As always, I love your words. They resonate so deeply.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Linda Marie.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

And may you be together one fine day- beautiful always- u have an amazing heart that fulls your mind- all a matter of time🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words,
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Always a pleasure🌹