Poem

Poem

 

 

in a dimly lit closet

a small box

a smaller pistol

a decision

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/21/22

Reviews

[Patricia]

My first impulse…I would shoot my pen! Then put it back in the box and turn off the closet light, ahhh I feel better already

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Patricia...
j.

[Patricia]

You’re welcome, I could have went the societal issue thing with this one but was worried about offending one side or the other on your page so I went with humor. Didn’t mean to sound flippant. It’s a very provocative poem j. and I love that about it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I smiled at your response...

[Fran Marie]

Lay that pistol down
Puck up that pen
The best decision is in
the next chapter
to be written..in the next
poem of life..good one

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Fran,
j.

[Cherrie]

A terrible curse for the living to sort out.
Very powerful and even sadder. Less is always the way to go in writings of this nature (charged emotion).

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[DIVYA]

The decision. The end. Move on.
To me this poem spoke of something final bringing to end something prolonged. Be it life or be it a poem. There is no looking back after the decision, of course.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, no looking back, for sure.
thank you, DIVYA,
j.

[.]

Been in that closet, Jacob. It's dark and reeks of poetic frustration. Needless to say, I made my decision that day and put the poem down. Probably for the best, too. I should have written a follow up poem with an alibi. Clever write, my friend. A brevity of brilliance.⚘

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn, Jamila...I like your response better than the poem...Put the poem down! Thank you, Jamila,read moredamn, Jamila...I like your response better than the poem...Put the poem down! Thank you, Jamila,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob…. We need you to be our closest friend… always there to catch our Tears… to hitch our Wagon to a Star.. to read your words and find the love 💗 that completes our Need to find a way to a better day. Amen.. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I would hitch the wagon if I could,
thank you, Pat, for your kind words,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are such a Good Sport…. Be Safe… hugs Pat 🌹

[Miss Sharon]

WOW! What a punch with so few words. You are always so good at that Jacob. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for the kind review, Sharon,
j.

[M. J. Smith]

I... Feel as if I should... Ask a question...
A poem like this was once read in one of my highschool English classes. Days later, news of a tragedy swept through the halls. The author had taken his own life.
J, you frighten me. I'm seventeen again and wondering...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It's just a poem, M.J.----
thanks,
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

appreciate the concern...but like actors poets either make up emotions or use ones from long ago to conjure up the feelings and words...
j.

[M. J. Smith]

I'm glad, my friend. You captured such raw emotions so viscerally that I grew concerned. I value your poetry and the friendship you have shown. Thank you for not being offended with me.

[Ada]

This poem just reminds how easy ending ones life can be with proper access.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, and often the decision is not whether or not to do it, it is how....like Anne Sexton wrote..."like carpenters they ask what tools not why"
thank you,
j.

[John the Baptist]

It sounds as though someone has reached the "I can't take it anymore" space. Apparently, though, the last page has not been torn. Sometimes people can pull back from the abyss. Others,.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

in this case with the speaker....could go either way.
j.