the shape of the sky

the shape of the sky

 

 

 

existential rhythms

quiet the uneasiness

writing poems can't quite touch

 

the nerve endings

see the words coming

feel the words coming

are distracted by the gnawing sense

of self-fulfilled prophecy

 

loves end, nerves deaden

just enough

the poems lose feeling

 

my pen is quiet now

but no less uneasy

just much less rhythmical

 

I need a shooting pain

to snap the point

back to attention

 

maybe there are still stars

on my ceiling

and I can pluck one

with fresh ink.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/3/23

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I’m happiest when I can write there’s something so inner soul about it I’m sure it’s healing too as well
I’m sure everyone feels it too when they write that their soul is unleashed

When I read your poems Jacob it gives me hope I feel hope that one day I may be a thousandth of what your talent is
Your pain from what I see in this poem is everyone’s gain when they read you

I hope whatever pain you are having physical mental spiritual or soul will ease with each poem that spurts out of you like a baptism of words in the deep . I’m being profoundly dramatic I just woke up lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am happiest when I can write as well, I feel pretty lucky to get to do it.
I am doing fine, Julie, it's just a poem...speaker not necessarily the poet.
thank you for your kind words,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Jacob. have a nice night there

[danielle.]

Although the poems have not lost feeling. I’m sorry for your pain xox

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, danielle,
j.

[Corset]

welll, I do believe you just did :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks, Corset...
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Dreams are wishes made on Stars… where little Cable Cars climb half way to the Stars… leaving your 💜 Heart in San Francisco… Tony Bennett and poetry … Always on my Mind… Willie Nelson.. Jacob dear your poetry will be written in the Sky with Contrails of Sighs.. Amen Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for that, Pat,
j.

[Lorry]

Perhaps that is what pain is to a poet Jacob. A simple yet effective reminder that to look up instead of down is where we find our inspirations to continue.
We all need that jolt sometimes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think, perhaps we do, Lorry...
thank you,
j.

[AYVID N]

I sense despair at the stars that seem to be full of stale ink. This is a poem of such deep thought. We are gifted nerve endings for a reason and that is to make us sense pain, make us feel alive and different from the dead. So we welcome the shooting pain. Anything but that dreaded emptiness, that nothingness of death. We are human and we want to feel something, anything. Consummate poets, even more so.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your insight moves me. Thank you, Divya.
j.

[AYVID N]

You're welcome, my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

This reminds me so much of the writing process dear j. A start stop process which has me stopping before the ending wondering where it’s going to end. A feeling of frustration. As to the sky, many a time I have looked upwards for inspiration. Sometimes mine have to be left in the sick bed for days before they are well enough to function. I am not sure a shooting pain would make any difference to me.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"left in the sick bed" yes, I hear ya.
thank you, Chris,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

The secret is to write in pencil because that by itself is a pain.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, that good old eraser.

[John the Baptist]

It is indeed a frustrating experience to have a poem on the edge of materialization, only to have it fizzle at the mouth of the jar. A shooting pain might help. So might a nap. Or a nip.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes the shooting pain does help...
j.

[willweb]

Poetry is a funny kind of friend, some days it is there on the doorstep waiting for us to wake and come out and play and somedays it is throwing rocks at our windows hoping to hit us while we are asleep. The fortunate or worst part is, it is always there on the front lawn, good or bad, rain or sun, it is always there, even if we aren't.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

So I yell out the window, "Get off my lawn!"
:)))