Poem Pillows

 

Poem Pillows

 

 

arise and write

the sky is full of dark themes

stars seem absent tonight

truant verse returning

in a black firmament

 

arise and write

with sleepwalking fingers

across a keyboard

i can only feel

like braille imposition

 

arise and write

the end is in the wake

of processing feelings hidden

in shadows

longing to come out

before eternity finds its way to my bed

 

a strange lover

she is

but enchanting

and i would rather

arise and write

than wake from this perfect dream.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/12/19

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Glad you arose and wrote.
"A thing of beauty is a joy, forever."
You've spread some abundant joy, here, good poet.
Kudos!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

I like the thoughts that come in dreams to write, you just never know where they take you, i suppose thats why mine are silly and weird. The braille like imposition reminded me of a joke. What did the blind man say when he ran his fingers over a cheese grater? It was the most violent story he has ever read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

funny joke...yes, we never know where our thoughts will take us.
j.

[AYVID N]

The third verse is so beautiful, absolutely inspiring. The repetition invoked a now or never feeling. I’d rather continue to cling to my feeble, half-baked attempts at writing than slip away into the greatness of eternity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i would rather do that also...thank you for your words, DIVYA,
j.

[AYVID N]

My pleasure, Jacob.

[Lorry]

So many starless nights here too Jacob, and with it being 3:30 am saturday, i need to blink to check im not blind.
We still feel that creative impulse, even on the auto-pilot of exhaustion, but completing something/anything from nothing does make that pillow a little bit plumper.
Imagine a society where keyboard and pen are outlawed and the world will see the insanity that ink keeps a lid on 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh i like that idea...let's see the insanity...i''m up for that.

thank you, Lorry,read moreoh i like that idea...let's see the insanity...i''m up for that.

thank you, Lorry,
j.

[John the Baptist]

I think we are seeing here a comment on the creative process. "Truant verse" probably refers to something the speaker has been trying to write about, but which has eluded him. Now it is returning. Then we hear of sleepwalking fingers and a keyboard that can only be felt like a "braille imposition." This is a reference to the struggle of creating when it feels as though the right words just won't come. The next verse speaks of the desire to create before "eternity comes," a nod to the urgency to finish the work before death. The last verse is an admission of the strangeness of the creative quest, but a loyalty to it nonetheless. And that, friends, is an explanation of why so many poets drink to excess.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...slurp, gurgle...
thank you for your insightful review, John.
j.