returned mailA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
returned mail i addressed form in a
poem once then tried it again
several years later but forgot the P.O. box
number and the zip code and ended up in a
Cinquain when i was trying just to do a hymnal type
refrain Ala Emily Dickinson i did remember a rhyme
or two a bit of
onomatopoeia and some assonance but when i read it over i felt like an assonance because there was no
feeling no guts no if's, and's or
but's an inconsequential
failure of words cold as a winter sigh's
breath form might have been the
norm once upon a time in the Old West of
poetry but now seemed oddly out
of place like a machine gun among
six shooters and a normal bullet
against a werewolf's coat i addressed form in a
poem once but didn't have enough
inspiration to lick a stamp and now am left with box
cutter pieces wrapped in rubber band
regret filed in a drawer of my dust covered mind. erin-cilberto 1/30/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoFeatured Review
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Added on January 31, 2019Last Updated on January 31, 2019 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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