a look deep

a look deep

 

 

 

my poems

don't understand me

they are confused by my sad countenance

even as I am chuckling loudly

over life

 

my poems 

are troubled by my recklessly mundane

existence

the path worn

scenic but same

 

my poems

hint of something inside trying to get out

but I am baffled by their treachery

giving away the secrets

I don't want to share

 

my poems

find their way to the page

with or without me

giving them passage

even as I am chuckling loudly

 

they write me

when I least expect it

I am taken aback

by the affront

 

do you see my poems?

they won't let me,

perhaps they let you?

 

turn away if they are too personal

I can only advise

not steer 

your attention

 

to or from my poems.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/13/22

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Can't turn away ... from a train wreck. Or a beautiful unique snowflake. I do see your poems. They've made me scratch my head. They've surprised me. They've inspired me. Made me laugh, but as of yet, not cry. This made me think of our relationship with our poems, so much like those with people. Friends and enemies of words. Mooches of time. Lovers that leave us spent. Counselors and agitators. Another excellent poem!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we do have a very strong relationship with our poems, don't we?
the muse is the one partner who is constant, no matter what.
thanks, Bill,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

As writers. Our goals is to be read and maybe, understood.
"do you see my poems?
they won't let me,
perhaps they let you?"
I did like the above lines. A question needing answers. Thank you Jacob for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Andrew John]

"my poems // find their way to the page // with or without me". I find that, too, and wonder about my sanity. Yet it makes eminent sense. I did wonder about one of my own a few days ago, and took it down. I've kept in in store, in case I decide to give it another go. First time I've done that. But it's so true what you say here. You can find your mind doing things, and you later look at what has happened and find yourself wondering. Whew! It can be mind-blowing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, it can...thank you for your words, Andrew,
j.

[gram linski]

great poem jacob, yes, I have experienced that sense of wtf, who wrote that, haha awesome poem dude,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, gram,
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

It's a good thing your poems don't understand you because then there would be something terribly wrong lol....and who wouldn't want to read your words of wonder with such depth and deeper meaning 🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kelly...very kind words,
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[andrew mitchell]

Poems sometimes originate from the deep recesses of the mind revealing something about ourselves particularly if you are a serious, or talented writer, and if you have nothing to write like me that shows too sending reviewers running for cover. lol. They are a gateway, a deterrent or a reader’s magnet. Nice write J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poems never send me running for cover, andrew...
I might duck for a minute...but then get much pleasure reading your work.
I like the philosophy contained in your poems.

[andrew mitchell]

You are too kind J.

[Stella Armour]

"my poems
hint of something inside trying to get out
but I am baffled by their treachery
giving away the secrets
I don't want to share"
That is so true, llike memories you have hidden try to muscle in on your thoughts .....
My poems only seem to surface when i am asleep and mostly forgotten by morning after they they have woken me up with their nagging.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have had that happen....but I get up and dive onto the keyboard...can't let them get away....
read moreI have had that happen....but I get up and dive onto the keyboard...can't let them get away....
if I am lucky enough to get in that zone of writing.
thank you, Stella,
j.

[Weeping willow]

Words will flow in many different ways, especially like the words my poems find their way to the page with or without me.Giving them passage even as I am chuckling loudly ;-} Words will always find a way to come through. Wonderful thoughts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind thoughts, willow,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

I am drawn to the far away look in your eyes...
as though there were songs to be composed...
if only you played in an orchestrated world...
gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

never had a lick of talent to play an instrument other than the keys on a typewriter or computer...
Always wished to be a singer/songwriter.
no such luck.
j.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

‘my poems, hint of something inside trying to get out’ I love this line. It sums up such a feeling and your whole poem just flows so well. When I first started writing, really writing poetry, I was struck by just how much it wrote itself and I was basically writing things I never planned to, telling stories I thought I’d take to my grave. Poetry is so much like a person- some days, it writes itself, some days it ignores you entirely. And some days you’re completely engulfed in it. I loved these very relatable and strong poem. It spoke to me and made me think. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Vertigo.
Yes, poetry is very much like a person.
j.