Centuries

Centuries

 

 

 

press time into a

neatly folded sheet aligned

perfectly with pen

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/1/23

Reviews

[Andrew John]

So easy to fold a sheet when you do this - but pressing time? Nice thought.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Andrew,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I wonder how long words can last Jacob. We, who adore writing. Write to paper. Hoping our words and thoughts won't be forgotten. Amazing poetry. You made me think this early morning in Michigan.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thanks, Coyote...what is your weather like in Michigan today?

[E.P. Robles]

In just three succinct lines, the poet captures a profound concept, skillfully combining imagery and metaphor to convey a deeper meaning. Let us delve into the evaluation of this poetic gem.

The poem opens with the phrase "press time into a," which immediately sparks curiosity and engages the reader's imagination. The act of pressing time implies an attempt to capture and preserve it, much like pressing flowers or documents. This metaphor suggests a desire to immortalize the fleeting moments, to encapsulate the essence of time itself.

The second line presents us with the image of a "neatly folded sheet aligned." Here, the poet employs the visual of a carefully folded sheet, hinting at an act of meticulousness and precision. The alignment further emphasizes the meticulous nature of this endeavor, suggesting a deliberate intention to organize and arrange time in a structured manner.

Lastly, the poem culminates with the word "perfectly" followed by "with pen." This phrase adds an element of artistry and creativity to the act of pressing time. The pen symbolizes the instrument through which the poet seeks to capture and express the essence of these compressed moments. It suggests a writer's dedication and skill in transforming the ephemeral into enduring verses.

Overall, "The Poetry of Pressed Time" is a powerful and evocative piece, inviting readers to contemplate the nature of time and the artistic pursuit of immortalizing fleeting moments. The poet's choice of words and imagery creates a sense of reverence for the passage of time and the creative process. This concise poem serves as a reminder of the poet's role as an observer, custodian, and weaver of time, capturing its essence and preserving it in the timeless art of poetry.

I hope you keep writing. I thoroughly enjoyed your poem!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you.

[E.P. Robles]

You are so very welcome :)

[keith]

'perfectly with pen'
once perfect everything before and after is 2nd best
doesn't take much to say so
well written

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, keith,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Fabulous senryu J. The words capture writers through the ages over the centuries. So much can be said in 17 syllables. Well penned my friend.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris,
j.

[AYVID N]

Time as a neatly folded sheet aligned perfectly with the pen...gives such scope and depth to writing. Centuries of inspiration put to pen. How amazing is that...Loved it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Divya,
j.

[Vol]

A century... I graduated twenty years after WWII. That was forty-seven years ago... and I am older than a lot of people live. But it IS a new century... and, what about the twelfth century? Anybody remember ANYTHING that went on back then? Probably seemed pretty damn important at the time...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am sure it did...
thank you, Vol,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

pen feels round to me
the paper on the desk flat
time for dictation
:-))

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we must get someone to take it.
thanks, Winston,
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

You are like denim, salt of the earth and nature. I always envy your way of writing. This senryu is no exception. You say so much in so few words. I am jealous.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Linda Marie.
j.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

grand. grand. so perfecto.
Oh gosh, simple, and enamor tic to a writer, poet, perse.
great penmanship,
----1809 Black Plague December

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Black Plague,
j.

[1809 Black Plague December]

you are most welcome dear,