Night

Night

orgasmic words,

on the edge

of

exploding onto 

the white sheet

of 

the act 

the act of writing

of

poetry

lying afterward

in repose

I am amazed

watching the poem

smoke a cigarette.

I am sated

of...

erin-cilberto

12/29/2020

Reviews

[Helen]

Not sure why I have chosen this as my first review as it feels like a slightly scary topic. But I feel you captured my experience of creating / writing poetry perfectly - the poetry that writes itself sometimes is like the point of no return, no choice except for it to spill out on to the clean sheet.

And then worried that was not what you meant.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when I write, what is meant is what you get from reading whatever it is, and hopefully relating in some way.
And yes, for me...the poetry does write itself. I am hardly responsible for what comes from my keys.
thank you, Helen. And welcome to WC...
j.

[Pete]

that's quite a night. clever metaphor. i guess a good poem can be like good sex and vice versa. the poem doesn't require making the bed afterwards but then again maybe it does if it's as good as you say and it's read or written in bed ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I'll never tell.
Ha ha...thanks Pete.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful poem
Jacob
A happy healthy safe new year

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie...same to you.
j.

[h d e rushin]

sensual/ if sensual in poetry speak is like omphaloskepsis is to observation or the contemplation of ones naval as an aid to meditation; when night chases us all around the room and the omnificent creative power that a poem has, has done it's business with us... that kind of sensual I guess.........great poem...and happy new year my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, dana.
My old naval is a ship that sailed...rough waters.
Happy New Year.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Great use of metaphor here Jacob. Yep, getting that poem composed and on to the page and published certainly has its highs. Night time is best for me, though I have never smoked cigarettes.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I guess chewing some gum would work...thank you Chris, and yes, it has its highs.
j.

[Vicki T.]

Once you release that poem...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah yes, yes, yes.

[emmajoy]

Seems smoking is rather like opening one's arms and releasing what the mind has kept at bay a while? Words cajole, torture, inspire and fulfil needs, and once put before one, reach a point of neither a return nor an apology. More like realising how it is when there's no need to create, amend or embellish the end result. Close the page, sit back, sigh. ' I am sated .. .. .. of.. '

Perhaps.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, now I understand my poem better than I did when I wrote it...thank you for your insight and understanding.
j.

[emmajoy]

Whether or not my interpretation is right, and if not, forgive, but i read your poem for a while and with various pauses and nuances til i reached my review. Smiling cos even now, not sure

Sending you smiles and best wishes for the new year, sir. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is no right or not. There is what we see in a work...how it reads to us.
Yes, they do torture us.

[emmajoy]

Some might like that but then i now have a mug of chocolate and that calms me! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if you would be so kind as to share...I would be beholdin' to ya.

[emmajoy]

Off to find a few miles of tubing.. give it a while/ Of course, you'll have to re.heat it pon arrival.
Please ppaint sign on roof! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as long as the Marshmallows were melted, I am good to go. Thank you.

[emmajoy]

Marshmallow? Um.. er.. think they've all gone. What about toasted honey sandwiches?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that would work. mmmm did you ever try peanut butter and bacon sandwiches?
they are delicious...think I might make one right now...
off I go to the cupboard....
happy new year, em.

j.

[emmajoy]

Laughing, would rather have brie and bacon! Enjo. Must away too and grab some sleep, think am nildly hysterical.

[John the Baptist]

Ah, yes! After some poems, one doesn't have to ask, "Was it good, baby?"

[jacob erin-cilberto]

absolutely true, thank you, John.
j.

[Patricia]

I kind of feel like this pretty much every night with every write. I miss smoking 🚬

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for feeling this one, Pat,
j.

[barleygirl]

I love how your poem suggests the lovemaking lullaby of penning sentiments, while at the same time conjuring the seduction of one's words. Sorry to be so perfunctory, but I've grown to prefer this lullaby in words rather than in the flesh! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Actually, I feel the same way, Margie...so no apology needed at all...
the muse is a safer love.
j.