Purple Hearts Splash on a Torrid Green Symmetry

Purple Hearts Splash on a Torrid Green Symmetry

with the cannon of catastrophe

poems are blown apart

shrapnel words

suffer skin

and the ink spilled on the battlefield

is the fight within

to bayonet them

and line them up for slaughter

why is poetry such a war?

creationist's theory

of demolition

and the soul rises from the engagement

and the words spill from cuts of past

do you remember what started this conflict?

I often forget,

until the muse visits

like a God

to Moses

with the commandment

to put down the blade

and punch the keys with fervor

flowers may grow from that deed.

erin-cilberto

7/7/21

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Incredible, evocative, and true in ever sense of the word. The title alone in this piece is poetry. One can learn so much about the art form by reading your poetry, Jacob. Your work arouses emotion and contemplation from its reader. Demands a part of us to think better and see the world differently with the eyes of a writer. A masterclass in the art of poetry and I'm glad to be able to sit in the lecture hall and listen to your words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are too kind with your words, Carlos.
I am lucky to get to write...and really can't take the credit...I am just a conduit....words come and write them down.
not sure where it all comes from.

but thank you,
j.

[Weeping willow]

Wonderful expression in this, words sometimes come out with a vengeance and then settle within, when expressed. I love your expression of this ;-]

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Willow.
j.

[Lorry]

And out of the chaos comes your own little patch of vibrant colours, broken up by the evergreens and seasonal splashes in varying stages of growth and if like mine, will be a long season of pruning in order to whip it, or us into shape.
Now where did that weed whacker get to? I'm seriously thinking of the virtues of mono-blocking 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lorry,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and amazing use of description of words Jacob. Writing is a maze of life, memories and ideals. We release and we hope. They can be meaningful. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Coyote,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Have never seen the difficulties of the creative process described quite this way. As I think of it, there is a struggle of sorts when the words either won't come, or won't come the way I want them to. At such times I declare a truce and let the field of battle be what it is. Sooner or later, that muse will speak and victory will follow.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, John,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

And, at the end of it all we find ourselves draped across the wire, blood red poppies covering the fields of our endeavors and the rat-a-tat of words tearing up the sod we bleed into.

Love the metaphor j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ted,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Oh the battles with the muse. Most times we have an amicable arrangement, but sometimes there has been savagery. Total butchery where lines have been reworked so many times, the poem's meaning has taken a turn. Yes, I have dead poems and that is a great disappointment. However, I do have flowers growing as well. The flowers make up for the demolition jobs. I am sure all poets will relate to this poem J. Excellent write. Much blood letting.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you have many more blooming flowers in your writing than demolition jobs, Chris.
You have such a way with phrasing and beautiful images...I would fight next to you any day.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You do say the nicest things J :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Indeed, Jacob, flowers do grow in Earth where Battles were spent … like Red Poppies to commemorate our fallen. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the poppies remind me of a couple dear friends who wrote so beautifully and died way before their time.
thank you, Pat,
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

like many, i right down my "brilliant" ideas, phrases and things that come to me in flashes .. i read them later and it most certainly is a demolition as i wonder what i saw in them .. but you are right .. a moment does come and something worthwhile seems to birth itself .. with such ease .. the flowers .. but, i think too, that slashing about with the sword and cutting, rearranging and even changing direction entirely can produce something of merit .. perhaps they are not two separate processes but one and the same .. hmmmmmmmmmm ... your poem has got me pondering sir! love the metaphor throughout .. your title alone kind of blows me ol' nog!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the poems for me have to birth themselves...I am really poor at being a midwife...
and I love reading your work, E.
you are one of the poets here who really inspires my fingers to caress the keys.
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

Oh those moments eek. I have warred with my inner muse many of times. She demands one topic and I rather write about something else only for it to become what my muse wanted to started with. Slaughtered with words that demand.

I love the creative way in which you wrote this. The internal battle within ensues many times

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, PB...
we are comrades on the poetic fields...
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

Yes indeed we are sadly thought my inner muse tends to defeat me every time. I’m like oh not this topic again and my muse say for lack of reservations, quit bitching and write lol