mechanical destiny

mechanical destiny

 

 

too many dead poems 

rise from tombs

of flawless writing

not a punctuation mark

mis-interred

 

not a thought breathing life

a closed coffin coffered

as the syllables decompose

and still sound perfect

no human fingers touch the pen

 

cats are declawed

poets dehumanized

both defenseless

against the elements of style

semantics is the modernization of society

 

we come to terms with ourselves

being themselves

being stoically acclimated

to telling pretentious stories

without a clue to what matters

 

the heart of it all

the one that used to beat with love

and true feeling

before we unplugged it

and left creativity a burned out circuit

 

in a closet of dusty relics.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/25/23

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

" ... and left creativity a burned out circuit.". Wow. What a way to close this one. Strong words. I think most of what I write, when I look back at it, irks me ... so I share very little. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim...
I appreciate what you are saying...sometimes we look back and see gems...but other times very cheap imitations.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear J , that last stanza, is so cliff edge. A heart of stone, and creativity a burned out circuit. Not a recipe for contentment. The unplugging of the heart a joint effort. So beautifully penned my friend.

The title is excellent. Makes me think that life support is needed.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your review is better than the poem ....thank you, dear friend.
j.

[Andrew John]

Oh, such relics, beautifully told of of. Am I to join a Dead Poets' Society?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Enrollment is open, Andrew.
j.

[Andrew John]

First I gotta be dead!

[Dave Brown]

in a world filled with so many following the same path, true creativity becomes a rare commodity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That is so unfortunate, is it not?

[Dave Brown]

Making it that much more impactful