When Gasoline was Cheaper than Typing paper

When Gasoline was Cheaper than Typing paper

 

 

I wanted to be a poet

since I could hold a pen

 

but ended up wielding a shovel

digging for oil leaks

instead of editing and rewriting

poems

 

found the leaks, sooner or later

wrote a poem, sooner or later

 

the pipe fitters perused what I wrote

sighed

then fixed the hole

 

in my soul

but it still leaked

with words

that had nowhere

to flow.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/3/22

Reviews

[JE Falcon]

Well, this was a fun read. --- Smile, I did.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, JE,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Like water seeking a hole
words of a poet will find a way to leak out
whether or not anyone sops them up in another question.

I have arrived with a mop and bucket.

Good one j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Ted...and so good to see you around again...
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

The writing course I am working on does take up a lot of time ... and occupies thought processes.read moreThe writing course I am working on does take up a lot of time ... and occupies thought processes.
But, I do have a few bits almost ready to post.

[light and ashes]

You you have words and can not put them to paper....it is a terrible feeling. So painful.
Another good write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, so painful...why is it that as poets, it is so much easier to write sad than happy?
thank you, light,
j.

[light and ashes]

I'm not sure... I'm pretty sure I've done both.
You are very welcome, jacob.

[W. Barrett Munn]

What did you write with the shovel? Or, like me, you can pour the words into the hole you just dug and add a little gasoline and a match. Someday maybe I'll write something equal to what I read - but I'm beginning to think Mary Oliver was right: poets are born.
W.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Sometimes I think I should light a match and burn it all...times when I feel it sucks...
I read other poetry and then cringe at my stuff.
Somebody have a match?
thank you for the look and the comment, Winston.
You are a very supportive fellow poet.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The oil tank seems to be holding its own,/ the typewriter still bleeding the ink on the page,/ in metaphor brilliant and second to none,/ surely there's hope for the poetic sage. Carry on my dear poet friend, I'm still listening. F.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I just bet you are a really good guitar player, Fabian.
and thank you for listening.
j.

[Aura]

It's crazy how gas became so expensive right? It used to be that gas was cheap but not it sky-rocketed. Where I heard on the news that people steal the gas out of other peoples car, it's crazy. People don't pay for gas at the stations too. Look at what the world's become. Thanks you for sharing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wonder if people steal paper out of other people's typewriters? OH, wait...no....no one uses those antiques anymore.
thank you, Aura.
j.

[Aura]

haha... maybe people steals paper out of the printer, highly doubt that though but from the way the world's operating, I wouldn't be surprised.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Fantastic metaphors here Jacob
Love the last verse

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie...
j.

[Stella Armour]

Frustration .... So now those words have found a channel into which they can flow freely and be shared all over the world to like minded people...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Stella...yes, we write, we share, we connect.
j.