the party has been over for years

the party has been over for years

writing is becoming a woeful ennui

even my words are yawning at me

without respect enough

to close their mouths

erin-cilberto

11/26/19

Reviews

[Relic]

Is this about me? :)
If not, I can surely relate to it. I often wonder why I still walk these halls, but someday the outside world may force me to carry out more responsible chores. Till then...I'd say your average 10 to 12 reviews beat my 1 or 2. ha

You're always good to read, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Tim....appreciate you being here at WC...
j.

[Lorry]

When all else fails, think of penguins. It works for me is all I'm saying 😀
I do admit though, that rather than worrying in periods where my head despairs of writing, or even thinking of something original is now beyond me, picture what shenanigans those little guys are getting up to always solves the problem.
I do however lay awake most nights worrying of my penguin poetry is wearing a bit thin, instead.
We do get there in the end Jacob, no matter the stubborness of our rebelling mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow....Lorry---you hit the nail on my head....finding fresh material...feel i am being really stale...
especially lately i am feeling that.
thank you for your words,
j.

[gram linski]

the words say one thing but the artistry of the poem says another, excellent poem, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that's encouraging, gram...thank you.
j.

[Pete]

sometimes we would do well to take a break from that which once flowed but has gone dry. stepping away and returning rejuvenated with a fresh perspective trying different things perhaps. even a dry well as quenched the thirst for this write. maybe some balloons, noisemakers and funny hats could get the blood flowing again. better to yawn than snore methinks ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this..."better to yawn than snore..."
and yes...i have noisemakers in my head.
j.

[kitty]

You must believe that once a poet always a poet. Hang on in there the words are only 'parked' waiting for release - at the right time!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the do wait...and then jump out and surprise us.
Thank you...kitty.
j.

[Crowley]

It’s a good thing we don’t feel the same....you are a breath of fresh air.

[Crowley]

You just can’t here yourself over the deafening applause.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind, Crowley...
thank you.
j.

[emmajoy]

writing has become a wonderful feast
even now you call for more
without a doubt in mind
your need re-order once again, at least.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yeah, that's it..."re-order"
thank you, em...
i will certainly take that under advisement.
j.

[emmajoy]

perhaps I should delete that and write a proper review.. yes?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is quite proper, em...and appreciated...i was just responding with a bit of a grin.
j.

[emmajoy]

as long as you were.. good

am off to dream of delicious dictionaries now!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

of course...and you know what comedian Steven Wright once said?
"when i read the dictionary i just thought it was a poem about everything"----

[emmajoy]

Laughing to sl eep now.. thank y ou!!

[barleygirl]

I don't believe this about you for one minute, even tho you've tried to convince me before that you get this way sometimes. I had a hard time keeping my mind on the "writing" interpretation of your poem, since I was thinking "political party" as soon as I saw your title. I love the "words yawning at me" . . . even tho rarely struck by a block myself, I do sometimes feel like I'm just rehashing the same limited themes from my limited life! Thought-provoking & nice play on words (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Margie.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's just a bit of writers block...those blocks that build walls between our feelings and our pen, those blocks that secure our inward joy, protecting it from vandalism and thieves. But the party survives in memory and the smile returns in reflection. It's always a pleasure and an inspiration to read your words my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very insightful words, Fabian..appreciate you,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

The least they could do is turn their heads ... and stop that damned laughing.

There are times writing seeks out the Doldrums, sailing off into that sea, leaving us standing on the beach while the natives gather large pots of hot water and sharpen their spears.

At that point we hope the Muse decides to ride to the rescue.

Good write friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we hope...otherwise those spears hurt like hell.
thank you, Ted,
j.