Shame

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Shame

anonymous poems

can't hide me from myself

and the pen that has betrayed me

I cannot own up to the debt

of conscience

I am blinded by my own ink

but still hear the splash on the page

it comes from deep inside

what used to be my pride.

erin-cilberto

3/26/22

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

(I cannot own up to the debt of conscience I am blinded by my own ink) Powerful words Jacob. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind comment, Sharon,
j.

[LJ]

Please retain the pride to balance out the shame - both of which, I believe, are often part of the urge to put ink on paper in a poem. One allows us the chutzpah to write at all (some kind of pride), and the other (a kind of shame) allows us to be quite human, which makes our work accessible. Yours is always accessible and will often hit a 'home run' - right to the revelations and inspirations you make available for others. This one describes that process in a very personal and true way. And there's always the time we spend altering the ink in an attempt at clarity and honesty; hopefull well done. This one is, as usual, well done. (:

[jacob erin-cilberto]

human is good, necessary....poetry is a flawed science that is not really a science.
thank you, LJ.
j.
j.

[William Michael Reeves]

Maybe you could set up an anonymous profile to post those shameful words you write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I should...thanks Bill,
j.

[knighngale]

aww, it's okay Cilberto. Shame is insecurity resulted by mean peeps who try to demean you,
I go through sometimes shame. But understand shame doesn't mean you did something wrong and regret, neccessarly, but also it can be the rude awakening of spilled milk! great Read! :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Knighngale.
j.

[knighngale]

most welcome Cilberto

[red93]

Excellent Work JE-C and shades of the Bard of Avon himself with this interior monologue - very resonant and interesting that you refer to the 'ink' with which Poetry is written - almost like blood or tears.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, red,
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"I am blinded by my own ink"
J, your intriguing title and words can have so many interpretations. Philosophical food for thought here. My take is that poets may "splash" surface emotions/feelings onto a page, but hide deeper recesses of 'shame' that remain hidden even to ourselves, anonymous, guarded. Sometimes though, they get through and tears of that shame blind/betray us. ? Well, I tried:)). Cheers for your cloaked and pondered message!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

pretty spot on insight, Annette,
thank you for your kind review,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... since some Heads of State are "off their Rockers" and Insane... how can we write Poetry that would Heal and soothe our fellowmen. I want to bring Cheer and Goodwill; however, I can only make a Splash of Tears. Your Poetry is a reflection of our feelings when the World is in Danger. fondly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding words, Pat,
j.

[Patricia]

yes! yes! yes! I live this one! very relatable, and when you do that, well you are a successful poet, but you were before this one but this one hits home for me. Love it....yes I am behind on reading your work, so sorry, I have been so busy, but I will catch up. :) Hugs my dear friend, Muah!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Patricia...and you are such a constant supporter of my work and very encouraging...appreciate you,
j.

[Patricia]

My pleasure :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love your poets wit.
Maybe my dear friend it's time to get you a new pen.
:) and fresh paper.

I wonder if that is like putting a new patch on an old wine skin.
Better leave good enough alone.
I does seem a mood follows a writer like the seasons hope, passion, restlessness, quite reflection.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, a patch...like duct tape.
thank you for your insightful reply, Cherrie,
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's interesting the changes our writing goes through.

[andrew mitchell]

It's a shame one has to remain anonymous in fear of ridicule but never from such an expert on poetry manufacture. But no shame in trying something new and some like the anonymity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

appreciate you, andrew, half the time I still feel like a beginner.
j.