the long and winding cloud

the long and winding cloud

I want to detach

watch the personal poetry

take a window seat

show it what it's leaving

and what it's left me

I can't keep writing 

with a pen bleeding tears

for ink

writing should erase heartbreak

mine is adding more metaphor

between the lines

and the times

I can't keep the pen silent

but my sobs are loud enough

to wake the dead

including those most of the poems

are addressing

the last known being urns

and turns down a row

in a cemetery plot

that has no happy ending 

for the humanity

that is left

with a somber prognosis

I want to detach

and write a batch

of crazy, happy, humor inflated

sonnets

or ballads

or limericks

or just check out

and purchase one of those window seats

and watch as we pass by heaven

on the way to nowhere

sad.

erin-cilberto

1/6/24

Reviews

[Shweta]

Liked the write. Liked the perspective. These lines here has my heart,
"I can't keep writing
with a pen bleeding tears
for ink
writing should erase heartbreak
mine is adding more metaphor
between the lines
and the times
I can't keep the pen silent
but my sobs are loud enough
to wake the dead"

Can't get enough of this part.. waiting in the beautiful muse that it has left me with..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Shwetz.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Confession time here. Personal poetry is currently in favor with the critics, but it appears there is a cost to the poets who write it. If you dig up buried stones, don't expect them to be smooth.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh, how true that is, John...very rough.
j.

[Stella Armour]

You write as you feel Jacob, there is an honesty in your poems.
I am honest about who i am but i do daydream the contents of my poems, if i didn't i really would be in cuckoo land because some of my writings i know are way off reality or truth. They are only poems and poems do not always have to be reality, those that are usually come from the most sensitive people i find .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Stella,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

The title through me. This lead me to a Rolling Stones song “ hey you, get off of my cloud!” It’s a great window seat to see all but then again all long and winding roads are a bit foggy. Another enjoyable write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew,
j.

[Gee]

For many of us sadness, death, despair, loss, longing, makes for a much better bedfellow, poetry wise, than all that happiness brings, which is strange really!
You will NEVER take a back seat, your pen will always bleed as it is part of your DNA Jacob, so unfortunately for you, but not us, you will have to suffer at the hands of the poetry Gods :)))
Hope you are keeping well sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really appreciate your words, Gee.
You are an extremely supportive poet.
j.

[carl]

Strongly agree with the sentiments here. Is it the time of the season "tell it to me slowly" or the age of wasting the has infected me with a depressed foreboding. Great title and special resonance with, "writing should erase heartbreak
mine is adding more metaphor
between the lines
and the times"
thanks for the post - carl

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And thank you for the Zombies' reference...
I don't look forward very well these days...the view is not good.
j.

[June bug]

"I can't keep writing
with a pen bleeding tears
for ink"

I love these words here, This is a wonderful write. I agree with Andrew John, this reminds me of a
Beetle's song, The Long and winding road. Nicely written.
much enjoyed

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And yes, I did borrow part of that title...Thank you for your kind review, June bug.
j.

[Andrew John]

Makes us think, also, of the Beatles' "The Long and Winding Road". Nice read, J. I hear that tune as I read about a long and winding cloud.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Andrew...appreciate your words,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Perhaps our moods write for us; tis difficult to write happy when pain holds the pen or - to be sad when when bliss has the upper hand. Your writing is as logical and finely put as the moon showing its face every night so seems. Unless I have misunderstood there are happy moods that elude you, that you want to win back or hold onto before they drown in the every day. Food for thought here, sir, as often could be if you wanted.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your understanding words, em.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Can but try, sir.

[Patricia Wedel]

When the View is Clear … my Pen becomes the Engine of my Soul… I am the Conduit of thoughts that whisper… thou Art the Heart 💜 that lies by Still waters… Amen… God is Good and Grapes will quench my Thirst… softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as long as they are not the Grapes of Wrath...thank you, Pat,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Ho Ho Ho… Christmas Past.. Pat