to Whom it may Concern

to Whom it may Concern

 

 

i am compromised

desensitized,

a glorified poet

sagging themes wrinkled with age

now unread

nearly dead

 

creative consequence

they all went out the fire door

exited like my inspiration

 

one last spark

allowed me this write

but i am writing it with no feeling

nothing

nothing

 

just nothing

 

grave stone will read, 

an "anonymous poet lies here"

just like he did in most of his poems.

 

believe nothing

nothing

 

just nothing.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/27/19

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Jacob you are my go to in this site you will never be anonymous
I am one of many I’m sure

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie.
j.

[Robert Trakofler]

sorry Jacob every time we read a piece.... a piece of it come with us so your just gonna have to come to peace with the fact that your epitaph is a continuous creation of your compose!
But the feeling of you words do not escape this bunny's ears good sir but i guess I had to be the spoiler:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, bunny...and i will accept that.
j.

[TheJordBaker]

Once more you've moved me.
Deep, open and provoking. Top work as always Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jordan,
j.

[Mark Mendoza]

Nothing being the great basis for emergance! Rising out the ashes as the common cliche would say and yet, this cliche will persist. Nice write j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Mark,
j.

[barleygirl]

This is a brilliant depiction of the dichotomy of writing . . . my words create a little spark for a moment, but too soon lost & forgotten, by all, including me! I think this bothers most writers becuz they harbor a secret desire to be more widely known. I honestly don't care if I'm forgotten. My life is so boring, I often forget about me, too! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words and for sharing...although i very much doubt you will be forgotten my friend...not the way you write.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand these words. I have been studying poets for many years. Many become forgotten. I wonder often. Will my words outlast me? Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob. I will return and read more tonight. Had my daughter wedding and now. A week off. I need the week off.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well, congratulations to her....and you for a new son-in-law...


j.

[leticia]

it's so wonderful and relatable!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, leticia,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

I think you are really "something"... the way you
rant and rave about love... when all along you
remember the treat of an ice-cream treat shared
with two straws on a summer day... a walk along a
sandy shore with the one you most adore...
Your Epitaph will read... He knew when to hold on
and when to let go... he knew when to say hello and
when to say goodbye. He knew all the rules and obey'd a few.
Life is "long" if you stop and whistle a new tune. Who knew...
As ever, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a fantastic review --thank you for your insightful words, Pat.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... thank you for accepting my review with a grain salt... like the sands of time... we venture out among the waves and feel the source of new beginnings... even when the stars are gathering to
celebrate a peaceful era of hope and divine fortitude. You are a good sport. Thanks, Pat

[Weeping willow]

Though you may be a dying poet, your words bring a spark of one last ember burning bright, such words hit home as many sparks have gone to burn among the coals for me. Often loosing them in the night sky.Sparks leaving into the night ;-] Wonderful write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Willow...

j.