feral lover

feral lover

 

 

 

in the cat box of crazy

the litter barely covers

what is insanely dropping

from the mind I used to have

before the accidents

the letters missing their mark

the stench of demented poetry

 

like a child in a backyard 

sand-filled square

I sink into the grains of what I was

grow older and younger in unison

write with the pen I use as my 

toy shovel

 

Until the rain turns my thoughts

to rich mud

just before they take

my cat box

and me away

 

for that final shot.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/4/23

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Loved the metaphors
Great write Jacob
I went naturally grey a few years ago from a bottle blonde
I hear some songs from the seventies or sixties I swear I know the band but can’t
Put my tongue to the name
It comes later at bedtime when no one cares
Old age creeps like a cat 🐈‍⬛

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but those are great songs...thank you, Julie.
j.

[William Michael Reeves]

This stinks of dementia. Only the demented can grow young, as the poet grows old. I think your sandbox is full of poetic quicksand. Are they coming to take you away ... ha ha, to the funny farm for that final shot?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they probably are...thank you, William.
j.

[Vol]

Jacob!
I am right there with you... I have no vision of my impending death, I just know it is inevitable. I do not perceive my aging body as anything except the way it has always been... it is just that my leg does not go lift enough to step over anything more than a foot, I can only walk a couple hundred yards before I have to rest, I don't drink enough fluids to account for all the times I have to pee, my hair is gone, and I find myself living in "no country for old men." Just how high are the walls of the sandbox? Can I go back and start over, please?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, let's start over, this is simply no country for old men.
thank you, Vol,
j.

[redzone]

Jacob, I think (besides thoroughly enjoying reading this very relatable poem) that you Poet Jacob will continue writing with that mud until the final shot is heard.... kinda like when we actually were young and played with colors and finger-painted!!!! it will become a new genre-- "mud finger poetry" as well as the new "Beat's avante garde" .... your students will call it "Jacob's Mud Box Poetry"!!!!

sorry jacob, I couldn't resist playing around with your imagry....

ps. I wrote this review with mud covered fingers.... lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Mud Box Poetry....I like that....might use it for the title of my next book.
Thank you, Curt.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Jacob, the poem is so good.
"like a child in a backyard
sand-filled square
I sink into the grains of what I was
grow older and younger in unison
write with the pen I use as my
toy shovel"
The above lines. I do understand and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Coyote,
j.

[light and ashes]

I am worried about you, Jacob. These words make me really concerned.
The last part reminds me of Mice and Men, when they shot the old man's dog.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my, don't....just a poem...but appreciate the thought.
thanks, Light.

[light and ashes]

Good deal. Glad to know you are doing alright. The words are worrisome.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Powerfully thought provoking stuff here, Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Marve,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You have used an incredibly creative and unique metaphor here J. I know you have had the craziest of weeks and cat litter surely is the last thing that you would normally want in your thoughts. Yes growing older and younger at the same time is a prospect all of us may have to face. The fear of becoming a child again in our old age haunts many. Wonderful work. Btw, did you clean the cat tray out just before you penned this one:)

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, just before..ha ha
thanks, Chris
j.

[Fran Marie]

Skillfully penned in your unique style
with stunning use of metaphor running
through..start to finish lines I like the
thought of growing older and younger
this runs in a deep vein of emotions

I sink into the grains of what I was
grow older and younger in unison
write with the pen I use as my
toy shovel
Awesome

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate you, Fran Marie,
thank you for your kind words,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I dearly love “grow older and younger in unison”. Not just the cleverness of the message but the musicality of the assonance: grow/old/young/unison.
Nice.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Winston,
j.