between the fifth and the ninthA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertobetween
the fifth and the ninth beloved
Beethoven's ear the deaf
pinnacle of
symphonic walks in the forest a
culture of music he
cannot hear the crickets sing or the
flutter of birds' wings in the
drifting fog finding
his way into the first note then the
second, then the third like
uncovering leaves on a moonlit night one by
one until
the crescendo is something he
himself can also hear and
maybe in the recesses of his mind he does he knows
what sounds fly
south for winter's breath and
those that fly north to
appear in movements of
creativity now
there is a quiet the soft
rustling of the
forest floor and the
trees hang sad and silent as
pallbearers to
genius buried a
thousand times within
the grooves worn
down by the needle of time. erin-cilberto 4/27/23 © 2023 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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8 Reviews Added on April 30, 2023 Last Updated on May 1, 2023 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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