sleeping on the side of crazy

sleeping on the side of crazy

 

 

sleeping poems

words dreaming of slotting

into drifting lines

the bed too small to contain the body

 

the restless themes

awaken to the sound of the alarm

when the philandering syllables

go under cover

 

for just a couple more winks

to prolong 

the creativity

because the sun will shine it out

 

and the dark side of poetry

will threaten 

like a monster in the closet

of wit.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/9/23

Reviews

[Perdition]

I rarely do this J. but I soooo wanted it to be a mouse in that closet as you weaved in and out of the beastie matters of late and early words and dreams and aperture...line to line the woman into word from pen combined into a monster yes, but a mouse is the worst that hides in the closet and you hear its constant gnawing at the walls. Not a poet alive does not know of that beast. Love this one and Monster works as well, just me I suppose...lol. Appreciated!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Perdition,
j.

[AYVID N]

You've given such a colorful twist to poetry. Poetry is crazy and a lot of creativity occurs with those philandering syllables and so much else under cover and we wouldn't even know. I loved it all.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, divya,
j.

[willweb]

Dreaming in rhymes, waking to dissolving thoughts, spending the day trying to remember. Then going to bed hoping to see it again. Seem repetitious to me. Nice one Jacob. Don't mind me, I got locked in the closet of wit one time too many.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you have company there for sure.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

sleeping poems
words dreaming

both sun and darkness are mentioned here. Perhaps they both have a bearing on the outcome. Perhaps the best creativity comes at night and is lost to the morning sun. Or maybe the poet is still crazy searching, unsatisfied that he is achieving his golden.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Still crazy after all these years"...that is most likely true.
j.

[FGFRANKLIN]

My wife will not, to this day, sleep in a room with the closet door open. She swears "something" was in there one time and she has since distrusted all closets. Me, when I do sleep, I have no fear of anything. I'm gone but I'm a very light sleeper. I like to write about my dreams sometimes, when I can remember them. I dream in full color. I've heard it said that's rare. But I can remember colors from my dreams. So I guess some people dream in black and white. Which, to me, would be strange. I mean, we live in color. I've heard magical music in my dreams that was so, so beautiful and I remind myself, in my sleep, to remember and imitate the tune when I wake up. But I never can.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I bet some of the best ones are those we cannot remember.
and one day you will remember and imitate the tune, I am sure of that...it is the poet in you, Fabian.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

sounds like me when a poem comes to mind when I am trying to sleep

[jacob erin-cilberto]

poems just won't let you, Dale...they just won't.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your deliverance is as indulging as ever, Jacob. "...the restless themes awaken to the sound of the alarm when philandering syllables go under cover." I have the vocalization of three cats wanting to be fed as my alarm. My best my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is quite an alarm system, Kelly...
I just have one cat...always there to greet me in the morning...but she does let me sleep.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

That's Hank, right?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, Hank...she is a gem.

[Soren]

"the bed too small to contain the body" How many times this is true. "words dreaming of slotting into drifting lines" yes again this becomes a search for the golden fleece. "and the dark side of poetry will threaten like a monster in the closet of wit" Well said Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Soren.
j.