Sanskrit skyscrapers

Sanskrit skyscrapers

sardonic spies

bad humor intrigue

poetry not for the faint of heart

or sleight of pen

forget the love poems

the ballads,

sonnets,

odes

the forest is deep and black

where the words hide

among the fallen timber

and rattlers protect the verse

with vicious bite

and the night light stays on

into the morning

until the covert operation

unmasks the chilling tales

of Poe-like acoustics

the sound of blackbirds singing

in the dead of unremarkable,

moonless

enterprise

tap, tap, tap

why am I smiling?

erin-cilberto

11/4/22

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I imagine you're smiling because the right words finally broke free of those dark inner woods and vipers and at last are tap, tap, tapping at your chamber door. Only this, and nothing more.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am definitely smiling at your review...Only this, and nothing more. :))))))

[softlyfall]

I love to go on adventures in the dark, too. And you are right, the really gorgeous, deep, powerful words are hiding there among the perils and pitfall debris. tap tap tap then a grin, I love that image of you, very intelligent and mischievous poet and poetry

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Amy,
j.

[Earthrise]

On my first impression, I absolutely love this. The idea of poetry as a treacherous jungle that few know how to navigate. From the line, "poetry not for the faint of heart/or sleight of pen", I fell in love with it and it changed my perspective. From there, it only got better. This one is definitely going in my library.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your kind words, Earthrise,
j.

[.]

Sounds like a battle with the muse, Jacob.

She is acting up and that night light stays on well into the morning as the tap, tap, tapping of the keys continues to an unfruitful conclusion. There is nothing to smile about when the words are lost in the forest and refuse to come out of hiding. Everything does seem to read like Sanskrit when the poems refuse to come together as we need them to.

It's a sad reality of the craft and one that is all too common. Eventually those words will get hungry hiding in the forest and will come back and give themselves up meekly.

Nice to read you again, Jacob. It's been four years and it's great to know you are still punching them out impressively and prolifically as always.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words and insightful thoughts on the piece, Doodley...and it is really good to see you around again.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

You Smile when the Wind becomes a Lovers Kiss, and all the Creatures Hiss from frost-bite. The Sky is full of Colored Kites with Tales of Lovers Fights. The String is rolled up and Colors remain in your 💜 Heart where Memories are A la Carte.. Be still and Believe. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind and gentle words, Pat,
j.

[AYVID N]

the forest is deep and black
where the words hide
among the fallen timber

Loved these lines, so relatable when words hide from us.
Blackbirds singing on a moonless light, in the dead of unremarkable, seem to taunt...
Perhaps, you're smiling in amusement at it all.
A fascinating title too....makes me think of gibberish in long verses...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah yes...thank you for your understanding words, DIVYA,
j.