Belief

Belief

 

 

 

in the little hut

words sound

keys mumble clearly

pages fill like wastebaskets

with reams of paper

 

understanding of life

accessed

accumulated

accosted

achieved

archived

 

then lost

silence

rings out for miles

drawing others near the words

most flummoxed

fully

fearing

forever

what they fail to understand

 

life

the poet

the quiet

the disappearance

the memory

 

which may be real

or imagined

 

much like the meaning

of a poem.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/6/22

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear J you have written a poem here for all poets. My wastebasket overflows with the rubbish of my current thoughts. The winter of discontent has arrived early.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Chris,
j.

[Brad Dehler]

Bravo J. I really appreciate the marching cadence in this. "Life, the poet, the quiet". Nice way of encompassing the poetry writing experience. BD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Brad,
j.

[Corset]

i've had nothing of late but small planes soaring to the basket edge myself of late, everything I write sounds contrived, I've given up, and I'm just waiting for my muse now, the lazy bum!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your muse will return full force, Corset. You are too good of a poet not to have that happen.
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

This feels like somewhere between wakefulness and sleep when a pen and paper were handy. Nice work.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Winston,
j.

[Ken Simm.]

I don't know if that is the painter in me but I find this almost filmic in its atmosphere. Excellent work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are a wonderful painter, Ken...from what you have shown us on the site...so the fact you find it filmic means a lot to me.

[AYVID N]

Just as in poetry, in understanding the meaning of life, so many wastebaskets are filled with reams of paper...
I can hear the poet's thoughts mumble as he accumalates, understands and archives what he learns... ...untill the silence becomes endless and the poet and his memory are both perhaps lost, undeciphered.
To me, this poem spoke of every poet's life and as always, you express it beautifully.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like that..."thoughts mumble"---
thank you for your words, my friend,
j.

[AYVID N]

Always such a pleasure!