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

[Patricia Wedel]

So many Sonnets tucked in the Bonnets of our memories... dust bunnies hop around the timbers. Your poetry is safe and secure until
Forever. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pat,
j.

[KWP]

eclipsing moments that just don't last - we can only recreate a memory and even then it will never surrender itself to the remembered.

as always Jacob - much enjoyed X

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, KWP
j.

[Chris Shaw]

We have just brought downstairs from the attic, all our old vinyl. We decided to give some memories an airing. I am anticipating sunbeams. That's where you took me Jacob. All good wishes.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like where you went...thank you, Chris.
j.

[Corset]

the best place for them, though they will sneak out of the dark ever so often to dance in the sunbeams

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they will...thank you, Corset.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Apart from images of a poet's earlier works in the attic I couldn't help feel a music theme, an old piano or piano notes maybe a sleeve of a Pink Floyd album The Dark side of the Moon.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, i guess the music is always in me...

j.

[andrew mitchell]

indeed some notes never die, they just wait to be resurrected again.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of a poet looking over some of his much earlier work. There seems to be a yearning for those times and maybe the ideals that characterized them. Perhaps he feels they represent what he truly is. A poignant piece, but of course, as Mr. Wolfe said, you can't go home again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, John.
j.