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

[Pete]

ouch - quite poignant. that ending, the repetition of 'nothing' is hard-hitting and leaves its mark. an artist suffers for his work, putting heart & soul into it. greatness of art is usually recognized after death - thus the term "starving artist". there is a price to be paid - comes with the territory. therein lies the true beauty of poetry. very visual with depth of feeling ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Pete,
j.

[Fran Marie]

Profoundly sad write here.especially when the poet becomes desensitized...the words become empty ..devoid of
feeling..numb to a positive light ..well penned and deeply expressed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Fran,
j.

[Neville]

this is a matter of concern for all those who write, obviously there are those who feel and fear the final paragraph or stanza more than others and for a variety of reasons that may be reduced to the point of complete and total anonymity once the inscription on the plaque or headstone become weathered and worn..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding review, Neville,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

I understand this all too well, j. a glorified (in his own mind) poet...desensitized (some would say unfeeling) … moved into old age...few know as a poet so the gravestone will reveal little of that...ideals beaten down until he believes nothing and in nothing...not even his ability.

Still, the pen keeps moving onward...because it must.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it must...thank you for your insights, Ted,
j.

[Unspoken poet]

grave stone will read,
an "anonymous poet lies here"
just like he did in most of his poems.

I really enjoyed this part of your write, This is very well written and said. I enjoyed your write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, choosen,
j.

[Unspoken poet]

not a problem...

[Chris Shaw]

The writer in your lines may be compromised and his words lost, but he doesn't completely give up. Although there is nothing absolutely nothing there, he still picks his pen up one last time. Maybe this is the fear of all writers, that one day there will be nothing forthcoming. Devastating for writers.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[Wondering Mind]

" I am compromised..... Just nothing" and all the expressions in-between hit hard with devestation.
Excellent writing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Wondering Mind,
j.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

It makes me think of those poets who want so badly to be heard but are afraid to be known. Which is why we use made up names, some of us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like where you went this..thank you, Edie,
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

… numb words tumbling down, to catch a glimpse of yesterday, only to stick on chiseled stone.
Somber and sobering.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your response better than the poem...you say so much in one line...great brevity that says so much.
thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

a poets eye for a poet.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Such a sad refrain as the poet, like most poets, yearns to be recognised before death is his publisher. I for one cannot fathom the way poetry plays out. There are so many good poets but few great ones. You and Leslie Philibert are two of the greats.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, i really like Leslie's work so much, also...he is quite good.
Thank you for your words, John,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Leslie has tried but cannot get published.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really have a hard time understanding why that is so.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Me too Jacob, his poetry is on a par with the greats.