High Society and the Poets Underneath

High Society and the Poets Underneath

 

 

 

i was doing a line dance

pure snow falling on verbiage

gambols paid off into a windfall 

of poetic lottery

 

there is a higher art

or being high endeavoring for artful lodging

paying to stay

paying to play

 

the dance of syllabic waltz

seeming a tame movement 

when words want to 

synonym shimmy blind

 

regardless of the partner writing them.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/15/19

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

There is such a class difference between High society and us dreamers/ poets who dream of a second chance but at least us poets are in touch with reality too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, and i, for one, would much rather be in touch with reality...to hell with cocktail parties and aloofness....
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... when I leave this world... I will dance to
the hereafter with laughter and angelic notions.
High Society is a great movie... and you are a Poet
with a golden pen. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are so kind, Pat....thank you,
and you will become an angel, no doubt...

[Jimmy Yetts]

I am neither high society nor low, closer to no society--obscure branch of Dead Poets Society: Namely,
Barely Living Poetic Pretending Individuals.
Still, I know the dance and wouldn't have missed it, for the world.
Exceptional piece, J!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh yes, Jimmy, the Dead Poets Society...
i feel like i am also in that Pretending category since i don't know where most of the poetry i write comes from...i feel like a plagiarist because of that. Thank you for relating...
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Let the words dance, let the moon dance, put Van Morrison on and make romance...(laughing) It sounds like the words want to party so I say pass the adjectives and verbs around and get started. Great stuff. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you always bring up great songs and artists...we have similar music taste i think...thank you for your creative response...have fun at your party.."i don't want to spoil the party so i'll go"----:)))
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Well, I'm not ready for my "farewell party" yet. I want to die like an autumn leaf, burning in brilliant colors until I fall and fade. Jack London said he wanted to "burn out like a brilliant meteor"...or something to that effect but I like the earthly maple better myself...more grounded, with roots and such. But I think Jack truly was a star.

[Chris Shaw]

Us poets know our place, but happy I am as a humble unknown poet rather than a creative genius with a huge bank account and an even larger ego.

More than happy to line dance and waltz with others like me. More than thankful for their company on the dance floor and any snazzy steps they can teach me as I dance with two left feet.

You know Jacob, your poetry takes me to so many different places. My compass may not be set in the same direction as yours intended, but I always travel and enjoy the journey.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel you, Chris...big bank accounts do not great writers make...just rich ones.
thanks...save a waltz for me...actually i took ballroom and can still do a little of that stuff.
i always enjoy hearing where the poems take you, Chris...always.
j.

[Mark]

The dance of words. The secret place we tap into! Nice work

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Mark...
j.

[R.E. Ray]

I say we have the upper hand, J. Damn, they give poets and biographers great material. Imagine a poet's world without the DC Circus, Hollywood, professional athletes, rock stars and all the like world performers. Poets might need to busy themselves with something else.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can't play an instrument...and am no good at baseball...so i better stick to poetry and hope the others stick to what they do.
thank you, R.E.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Right off the bat j. the title caught my fancy. It would suggest that we poets...and I'll include myself in the group...are the foundation for that part of society that thinks they stand above us.
They should look hard at how things work these days...all you need are words to bring anyone down...facts and proof have fallen by the wayside.
We can dance in the snow with the Muse while she fills our minds with words we must unscramble to win the lottery...reminds me of a little Shirley Jackson story...The Lottery.
Why use one word when a dozen will do.

Happy holidays my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

remember the old man? "77 years I've been in the lottery, 77 years!"
Creepy story...but a good one, used to teach it in my lit class....and show the short film of it...
yes, as poets, we are often frowned upon and looked down upon...but i wouldn't trade it for the world...
thank you so much for your words, Ted.
and yes, Happy Holidays back at ya.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Yes, those old horror stories reached deep inside as a good one should...read it and let the imagination do the rest.
I spent many a night as a young boy looking back over my shoulder for what was behind.

[redzone]

I did that synonym shimmy blind once, and had antonym antics while throwing out my back.... and all the words that were roaming in my mind just disappeared poof, gone.... some poets, like yourself Jacob, can dance with words whether a high society waltz or a line dance down broad street and come out alive... and sometimes it's the many partners who make the verbiage possible, though there are some who think its that pure snow.... but no matter what, we pay to play.... very nicely done Jacob....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sorry about your back, Curt...damn antonyms...
i appreciate your response, very much.
j.

[AYVID N]

Our poetic dance is dictated by them...They play the tunes, we follow their lead. Words have a will of their own. They rule us and not the other way round.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they do rule us, and i don't mind a bit..
thank you, DIVYA,
j.