the little things that grow inside

the little things that grow inside

 

 

very old trifles

attic ridden poems

have similar to bed sores’

relevance,

 

aggravate and itch

but never quite

evacuate smoothly

like a mishandled colonoscopy

a pen's cleansing

finds ink stained polyps

bleeding of the bard's past

intentions

 

we cover them for suppression

extract feelings then suture the syllables

but never really dust off the depression

 

just let pages yellow

when clarity comes much too late

for secession...

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/9/19

Reviews

[barleygirl]

You have definitely reached deep into an unexpected realm of analogy! "Mishandled colonoscopy" seems an unusual way to think of all this nostalgia, but it really works & I wish I could think of concepts so imaginative. And you're on a roll lately, too! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Margie,
j.

[john l smith]

I am never quite sure I am on the mark with your offerings but I take this as a lament to all the failed efforts we all go through.
I have enough discarded bits to recarpet my poet platform once a week and they are best left to let lay, with regret

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your metaphoric reply so much, thank you, john,
j.

[Fran Marie]

I can relate so well to this.. both life and poems get old and so clogged up ..muddled up thoughts and depression come right along and those old little stacked up things become quite painful to say the least..like the mishandled colonscopy line..nice work here..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind and insightful review, Fran Marie,
j.

[Fran Marie]

you're so welcome, dear friend..

[Stella Armour]

these unearthed relics are best left to fester where they are buried, it's no good trying to stitch something with no substance it just won't hold ..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

true....thank you, Stella,
j.

[lua]

i think this resonates with if not most, then all those who create and attempt to bring their internal workings to existence in our tangible world
i really feel the frustration and discomfort within your words and their execution on the page reaches out to the reader, i really enjoy reading and rereading this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, lua,
j.

[kentuck14]

J.
Before I truly comment . . . WOW! Did I see a comma in there?!!!! Jeepers, Jacob . . . you are mellowing out!!
Old poems laying about in your head for too long . . . too lazy to get up?!
Can you imagine the journey these old and persistent poems and ideas must take to get to the 'evacuation' track?! All those rough edges . . . those 'aggravating' points for the stomach's soul to ponder . . . the quite essential stuff hardening up for long periods . . . laying like waste too long and finally bursting forth with less than satisfying relief! All the while the poet's imagination strains and strains . . . bleeding out words, leaving behind a very sensitive spot for the critics to pick at . . . but they won't hang around too long . . . just long enough to pull apart any stitches that held your art together. And what do you get in the end? A bill in the mail for a botched-up job.

Thanks for the poem . . . an evocative one . . . something that gives the reviewer a fun time.
T.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have gotten too many bills in the mail...and yes, sorry to shock you, but every once in awhile...they (commas) sneak into my writing as do ellipses...
:)))

thank you for the read and your insights, Tom
j.

[kentuck14]

Lack of attention to those sneaky commas is a sign of aging . . . you know.
T.

[Chris Shaw]

I got the feeling of old poems being resurrected here, maybe dug out from the archives, read and mentally dissected. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. Yet they are part of a much bigger picture, so can't be killed off, should be left alone, their pages to yellow. That's where you took me with this one Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris.
j.

[Relic]

Boy, can I identify with this one. Great poem, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Relic,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Very sombre Jacob. You use the allegory of carcinoma to express some of the frustrations of the writer as he feels he shrivels and dies inside despite his skills.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.