Quietly Deleting

Quietly Deleting

 

 

the talent is missing from the gut

of it all,

the heart finds solace

in real meaning

not contrived empathic element

 

there is a facade of beauty

and facsimile of it

a need for it

but the verification

is a counterfeit sonnet

a bearer of unsubstantial bonds

 

i keep swinging at the keys

but missing the point

drained economy of words

less is less than

what i am feeling 

in this poem

trapped within the lines

a tumultuous void 

an esoteric abomination

 

i can no longer hit "save"

and mean it.

 

erin-cilberto

11/24/22

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Jacob. I have writing for 53 years. I wonder if our words have any meaning?
"i can no longer hit "save"
and mean it."
I am listening to the talk of the four murdered college kids in Idaho. Make me want to go to my 180 acres of Ojibwa land in Upper Michigan. And seek peace. Room for you too Jacob. We must write my friend. Maybe someone is listening?
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, so many mass murders...
I feel like we live in Whitechapel.
thank you, Coyote,read moreYes, so many mass murders...
I feel like we live in Whitechapel.
thank you, Coyote,
j.

[softlyfall]

I met, in my youth, two serial killers...having grown up in the California Bay Area where they flourished in the 70s and 80s and 90s. One was famous, Joseph James DeAngelo. The other was Thor Nis Christiansen, who actually murdered a very good friend of mine the day after he picked me up hitchhiking and, for some unfathomable reason, let me go.
I don't know how to stop psychopaths but all people should be taught to defend themselves. So there, my friend, I am writing it down, in case it helps.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my God, Amy,
that is so scary...Was Thor executed?

[John the Baptist]

We can often be our own harshest critics. Seeking a perfection that is unattainable can only lead to more frustration. May be one of the reasons so many poets kill themselves.
PS: Stay away from sharp objects. Gas ovens, too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, especially gas ovens...some of us just not get over that hump of feeling satisfied with who we are or what we write.

[duff]

Quietly backing away. Tiptoeing into silence. Would anyone notice if we left. So much to absorb Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even if one person noticed...would that be a victory?

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Jacob,

Interesting Free Verse piece that, no doubt, hits dead center for a notable percentage of poetry writers.
And yet, I suppose it broadly boils down to whatever satisfies a writer's needs, level of quality, ambience, topic, and variety, either overall, or in my case, at any inspired thought out or spontaneous moment.
And, it might make its appearance by virtue of something as simple as a Haiku or Senryu, a short or extended Free Verse piece, or a complex Blank Verse composition, a typical Sonnet, Villanelle, Rondeau, or a suite of Quatrains in Ballad format … perhaps, a challenging Terza Rima?
A few thing's are for certain: with a universe of endless feelings, thoughts, emotions, sensations, occurrences, human, animal, Nature, and else wise -- combined with literally hundreds of poetic formats to express it all through, a poetess or poet can never run out of fuel or sources for poetic creation, imagination, or variety … one is limited only by their extent of skill, ability, desire, passion, willingness, and/or physical capability, etc.

Still, the perceptions and discernments contained herein, within the essence of your words, are as valid a reason for poetic stumbling or dissatisfaction, as many others of the same and similar vein that you've so distinctly expounded upon … love your title, too; it instantly caught my interest.

To me, one of the most amazing aspects of how intricately and varied your mind works (as reflected ever-so concisely throughout your writings and how you convey so very much; always, relevantly impacting and consequential) is how you cover such a vast array of scenarios across your many compositions.
Over the years, many have expressed this to me, in one way or another; so, I'm not the only one who perceives it.

Anyway, my astute and ultra-talented friend, I always enjoy my visits to your pages, always taking away something with true essence with me.
Please, excuse the extent of this … it's evidence that I don't review often.

Thanks, Jacob, for another truly excellent poetic moment shared. ⁓ Richard🖌

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, Richard,
j.

[Richard🖌]

Awe, 'twern't nuthin'.

[Ciara]

I wonder if sometimes there's a lot of pressure put on writers to constantly be a factory of fine writing, so much so that when we're just not feeling it we try too hard to force it rather than walk away and wait for the next muse to tap us on the shoulder.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ciara,
j.

[willweb]

Indeed, I am sure many feel this same way, myself included. Though this can be taken in different ways. Maybe the ink isn't flowing as easily as it once was (that happens), maybe the muse has taken an extended leave of absence (that happens too) or maybe you pour your heart out in words and no one cares (that happens for sure). Either way, this one gets a gold star for it is absolute truth...at least in this world.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, will,
j.

[softlyfall]

Perception is everything, as you yourself pointed out in your comment to Chris. Your poems have power even if you cannot perceive it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, kindly, Amy,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Great poem and my feelings exactly.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

There is a real feeling here of not being satisfied and even critical of the words on the page.A reluctance to press the save button. Sounds like there have been many deletions. Is a poet ever satisfied with their own work? That is something to ponder on J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Some never are satisfied...and I find it odd at times, because I will see a piece that is excellent as is and yet the poet feels the need to revise over and over again.
thank you for your review,
j.