Frost's Typewriter

Frost's Typewriter

 

 

 

 

snow drifts in October

a matter of imagination

the cold white

barren thoughts

just a hint of sun

 

memories

become melting flakes

of creativity

poems touch the ground

disappear

 

a matter of imagination

and borrowing a sweater

to wear over the keys.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/8/22

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The imagination can be like the seasons. I prefer warm and sunny, rather than cold and barren. Your second stanza is incredibly beautiful J. That sums up my own poetry at this moment. Snowflakes that melt and disappear. The words won't settle. Love this poem dear friend.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your poetry will never disappear, Chris....never.
j.

[willweb]

Anything can happen in poetry. Nicely said Jaccob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, will,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

And yet we take that road less travelled with frozen fingers stuck to frosted keys.

I like this j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ted,
j.

[softlyfall]

I imagined your imagination as a sort literary Einstein/Hippie/HuckFinn character, wildly creating with winter storming outside and a fire crackling in the fireplace, ashes spilling out onto the hearth because you are so intent.
You grab a trusted old argyll and throw another log on the fire and bend back over the typewriter.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think my back is hurting from bending over that typewriter...I used to have an old Underwood that was restored by a friend of mine.
Tap tap tap....a slow process it was..
But I loved that typewriter.
thank you, Amy,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

A Piano Concerto… my fingers freeze; however, Poetry warms my 💜 heart and soul. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pat,
j.

[Earthrise]

what a picture. i can't tell if it should be sad or beautiful. or both. poems may vanish, but they were still here for a time. memories are a different story. it seems merciless, but when i think of the snow, i think of beauty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think snow is beautiful as well...and we had plenty of it in NY and when I lived near Chicago...read moreI think snow is beautiful as well...and we had plenty of it in NY and when I lived near Chicago...
Built an igloo once in my backyard...was almost able to stand up in it.
j.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is enchanting winter poem, you captured that early winter feeling so well. I find writing is easier strangely enough in the winter, I don’t know what it is. I think it reminds me of my earliest writing days, and this poem reminded me of that. That inspiration and determination to just write. The last few lines felt so personal and powerful in a way I can’t explain. The way you write is always impeccable, in my opinion. Thank you for sharing this lovely late year piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Vertigo.
j.

[AYVID N]

And I'm just reading and reading these words...
taking my fill of your powerful word enchantery!
How do you never cease to amaze...?
Kudos Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are always so kind in your evaluations of my writings, DIVYA,
thank you,
j.

[AYVID N]

You're welcome, my friend.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I had to read this one as I am reading “Early Frost”. I think you captured the essence almost as if you were a swinger of birches who also made “the gravel leap and leap in air,
leap up like that, like that and land so lightly…”

Nice, Jacob

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Winston,
j.