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

[Chris Shaw]

The long and winding road is often beset by cloud. Sometimes it rains so hard, the plains are flooded. You can’t dam what has to be released. Neither can you write sunny day when your heart doesn’t feel the sun. Sometimes the floods have their own special beauty. I see that all the time. This poem touches me.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like what you saw in this piece, Chris.
you took a different road, or cloud.
j.