Mt. Vesuvius ( Rumbling into Life)

Mt. Vesuvius ( Rumbling into Life)

 

 

 

poetry uphill

phrases breathing hard

shhhhhhhhhhhh

onomatopoeia

there is a buzz at the crest

 

sounds like they made it

sounds like what it is

 

a poem at the apex

the letters rest

the lines sleep

 

the next poem

is looking up

hoping to climb

into fruition.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/11/23

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, the buzz of bees; the bark of dogs, the meow of cats, the grunt of hogs, the ring of bells on wishing wells. I lava it. Onomatopoeia is a word you don't hear every day but it is a sound you will. ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

one of my favorite words...thank you, Fabian,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We studied this in second grade English class last week as part of our lesson. And my daughter went around saying it all day. I could only get her to stop by asking if she thought Pikachu had been to Machu Picchu. Insanity is hereditary, we get it from our children. :)

[Tom]

And don't us poets desire to climb, reach the summit of poetic perfection, though between just ourselves, so many many times one has fallen down that steep, rocky aftermath of volcanic eruptions, still, with pen in hand we shall endeavour to rise again ..

' the next poem

is looking up

hoping to climb

into fruition.'

Inspiring

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I still feel like I am at the bottom...just writing
my way up.
thanks, Tom,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Jacob. So good to read your words. Like you. I am a seeking of words. Sometimes hard to be found. I enjoyed the poetry and thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry. Good to have you back.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you,Coyote, it is good to be back.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad you are back and you are welcome Jacob.

[Lorry]

Poetry and writing in general have become more of an uphill climb to me of late, but so too has keeping any thought in my head, ever since that dreaded lockdown came to visit. I was all for it at first, but once you have alphabetized everything you own and checked the fridge for the 18th time that day for an as yet forgotten cake, you remember you used to know more, but can't remember what they were, so go check in the fridge for an as yet forgotten cake.
My doctor suggested I keep a diary of everything I forgot and I showed great restraint in not slapping him. He then explained to me to write what I was thinking or saying and when I get to the forgotten bit, just??? and reread it of a morn in the hope it comes back... DON'T!
Cut to 17 days later and I finally remembered the first entry. For 17 days I forgot the word Tuesday.
Sometimes it's better just to forget and accept things get harder as we get older, but sometimes we still surprise ourselves and create something from the hill that used to be a volcano.
I have a strange feeling that I should write something, but all I can think of is where did I put that bloody cake? 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I hope by now you have found that cake?

[Lorry]

I think I may have eaten it in my sleep, but I did find my coffee cup, in the microwave to reheat another cup I'd forgotten to drink quickly enough. At least I think it was coffee. Don't remember the green fur on top though 😊

[redzone]

a poem: words erupting from pent up feelings, spewing out, burning everything in its path, but leaving new ideas, emotions growing from the fertilized soil.... from the eruption comes new life and is much like poetry sometimes the forebearer of changes in the social condition..... great poetry Jacob....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Curt,
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

your metaphoricalreferences are always so whimsical. A poem is like a tree that starts as a seed called the poets mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Dale,
j.

[Dave Brown]

Should fruition require tuition, it could be a pre-climb, submission condition
Possibly
Happy heart beating

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this reply....thank you, Dave,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Getting back into the stride of poetry can be difficult after a break. Always good to get that first poem completed and printed on the page. Might be an uphill climb but after that, the poems that follow will reach the summit with less difficulty. I saw other meanings here J. Could apply to relationships too. The summit, contentment and happiness. That’s what we all want to aim for.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris...
j.

[willweb]

One step at a time my friend, there is no hurry to reach the top this time around. All of these stored up words will explode from you in due time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they do seem to explode.
thank you, will,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

A volcano blows from the inside out, so does poetry; an apt comparison sir Jacob. I hope it does not wipe out a whole town before they flee its wake.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I hope so too, Sami....I hope so too.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrrr. You are welcome.