Bats

Bats

 

 

 

i'm a walking decay of rhythm

my beat departed after 

youth had its last dance

 

my iambic nature

is frustrated with me

i was a five-per line guy

 

in my formative years

i spelled well, i rhymed well

even when i missed

i slanted in the proper direction

got near it

 

it started with the last word

unable to corral the notion

heedless to apply the potion

conformity flew out the window

 

the keys beckoned me to flight

to freedom

to verse from a sky that 

 

didn't need a sun

or regulations

i wrote like a bat 

commotion wings

deranged circles

 

but finding my way

to theme

letting my words dream

on their own volition

 

i don't mind darkness

i don't mind writing

 

waiting for the words

to come in their own time

in their own manner

 

i don't mind writing

 

now.

 

erin-cilberto

4/2/23

Reviews

[AYVID N]

Such deeply relatable words, dear Jacob. One must wait for the words. They come in their own time. Yes, one does feel like a bat flying blindly in such chaotic circles. And all of it is because one has to go on writing. It teaches us to wait. It humbles us. Makes good servants of us. Kudos, my finest poet friend!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

definitely humbles us...yes....
thank you, divya,
j.

[duff]

I dig this all day Jacob and one line absolutely paints the picture.

"didn't need a sun
or regulations"

No one is the boss of me when I write. We poets rule our private kingdom and we share what we choose. Great work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, duff,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Sometimes one has no choice save to let the words come in their own time. You can't will a poem any more than you can will an erection.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, true, my friend...true.
spontaneity...

[willweb]

Time, it seems, comes along and knocks the wind out of us and we hang there and wonder, will I ever see the world right side up again or am I doomed to this cave staring at everyone else just like me. Not sure I got the meaning of this right but I did get something. I always get something from your poetry, it still flies in the light or the darkness, it still sees what each of us see only in a different fashion and it still inspires.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your insights, and kind words, will,
j.