there's a reason

there's a reason

I dipped my quill

in poison waters

so as to be the dead poet

finally getting everyone's attention

the dead don't lie

they just write into some realm

where the real poetry

is funded by the likes

of Sylvia, and Emily, and Lawrence

and Allen and so many others

who spoke real

lines we could feel

lines that moved others to action

not contraction

toss away text messages

and read from those who have lived

and panicked and cried

and loved

and understood the worst

evidence

of demise

exhume the writings

find the cause

of apathetic distrust

could we all move mountains if we tried

or are we simply tied

to crossing over slight hills

that fail in accomplishing anything

including 

astute observations

as to why no one is paying attention.

erin-cilberto

8/11/22

Reviews

[Andrew John]

"I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face". Ah, yes, that dead poet. As for your ref. to Sylvia (I assume Plath), I must get back to her; do have a small book of her stuff, including, of course, "Daddy" (I read that aloud recently as a poetry gathering, and tried an American accent, which was necessary, so practised beforehand - probably awful!). As for your poem, loved this one. Thanks, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, that Sylvia...thank you for your kind words, Andrew..."Daddy" is such a powerful piece of writing.
j.