sort of a poet

sort of a poet

I am a writer of sorts

out of sorts,

sorting out my feelings

sort of confusedly

erin-cilberto

4/16/22

Reviews

[Aura]

Your word choice "sort " makes this poem quite a insightful read. A confused unique poet trying to write what he/she feels inside through the way they know how to do it best; through poetry. At least that is how I interpreted this poem. Love the word choice!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Aura,
j.

[Aura]

You are welcome!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

While humility can be deceptive, I sort of like this sort of self critique.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sort of want to sort of thank you, Fabian,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

That's sort of nice.

[AYVID N]

In sorting through your feelings, you clear away the confusion and clutter in ours, with your words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, DIVYA,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love this
Short like a shot of a drink
No don’t drink 🚱 now
But if I did I’d try a short shot reading poetry maybe yours !
Hope you well J
Regards from me

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, thanks Julie....appreciate you.
j.

[duff]

Sometimes short truly is sweet. Getting older I find less is more. Simplicity. Nice work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, duff.
j.

[lightsong]

I've known You and read You for few years now Mr. Jacob and truth these four lines reveal You, the poet of You and your truth :>. and sure we are all "this sort of a poet" too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, lightsong,
j.

[Fairy Khan]

Aren't we all? You speak out my heart.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Fairy,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... early Easter morning in Virginia.
Another day to sort our thoughts and "Roll away the Stone"
as depicted in Gee's Poem for Easter. Somehow the Title and the feelings have embraced my Heart where as Shakespeare would say:
"Although you have none, obtain a Virtue." Shall I stumble through the Day, or Pray for our World. Your Poetry is always Provocative, and we are "beholding". May flowers scent your Day and Bird Song stir your Heart. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks for your words, Pat,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I imagine you smiling writing this brevity. Can't imagine a sad face. I think all writers have visited that place and understand those thoughts.

My grandad would get out a bag of all sorts, the liquorice kind. That made me feel better and blacked my teeth too :)

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, those blackened teeth....had those many times as a kid,
thank you, Chris...
j.

[andrew mitchell]

That’s my epitaph! Sometimes it’s just for the love of writing too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew,
j.