Like a Wright Brothers Sonnet

Like a Wright Brothers Sonnet

windmills and flying poetry

the breeze whips, the worm turns

into words

that send shudders through 

earthen huts below ground

moles shiver and listen

gophers dream of clear air 

under a sun undeprived 

of what turns ears

towards the sounds

syllables attach themselves to eardrums

pounding with each stress

each vowel

each consonant

the pieces turn and blow

and somebody nods to a poet

who nods

to the creator of verse

back when poetry tripped over itself

just trying to walk

yes we must walk before we fly

the earthen huts wait for us to reside

and we must write before we die

or die writing.

erin-cilberto

4/26/24

Reviews

[keith]

'the worm turns' ... you've done it again! a remembered time of days long past
somewhere in my room of souvenirs lies a copy of 'AS THE WORM TURNS' by jim whalen (paradox pottery)
a color book of imagination from one of the greatest 'potters' of all times

as for this write ... isn't life poetry in motion?
your pen commands great ink jacob ... thanks

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, keith.
and yes, life is poetry in motion....johnny tillotson sang it so.
j.

[Kunst]

That ending sentiment is just everything. I am so glad that we get to write our lives. That is a real gift.

Thank you for sharing this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Being able to write is such the gift to me.
thank you, Kunst..
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Where can you find an Alonso Quijano when you need one? Maybe we need more peace or to shatter our lances against the windmills. At least we're not making our way through hell without Virgil as a guide. We have a plethora of mentors to choose from. Subject matter=life. Art imitates life but we want it to breathe. We want our creation to come to life like Galatea; we love, like Pygmalion, the perfecting of our art. Well, now that I've nodded to Cervantes, Dante and Ovid I will close with a well-deserved bow to my friend and fellow poet. Your work is always a pleasure to read. F.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Virgil could be a good guide I would think.
Thank you for your kind review, Fabian.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Windmills and turning, churning out poetry, ready to fly, but we have to walk first, we are not born poets. We have to learn the art and it takes time. Listen to the sounds, to the flow, to the diction. Do the ground work before you can expect lift off. Another clever metaphor and writers will die, pen in hand.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Chris,
j.

[Soren]

I love the symbolism in your works Jacob. I am just bright enough to see the true craftsmanship you present in a piece that take this theme and weaves it through an entire piece in metaphor, image, and ends with the woven pattern of words that weave a tapestry of mastery. From the image of Don Quixote's windmills
to the Wright Brothers the progress in the mind from thought and fantasy to execution in writing and flying. "We must walk before we fly" I spend much of my time in an earthen hut looking to the sky, with my poetry tripping over itself "just trying to walk" jacob I would like to call you friend but more so just a fan.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are definitely my poetic friend, Soren...
and mutually I enjoy reading your writes,
j.

[Soren]

Thank you friend

[Andrew John]

I thin Icarus should have walked and not flown, too. Anyway, interesting piece here, J. And it's good to see someone taking an interest in those unavoidable things: vowels and consonants. Thanks, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your words, Andrew,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

I’ll take a shot! Learning is an art…and we must start at the beginning before the next step in anything we pursue….. and that goes for poetry as well just as it goes for a baby learning to walk…step by step we improve from the ground up ( or gophers underground and deprived of air) …..our poetry will live as long as we live and die when we pass or we pass from our writing….our writing gets better as we practice until we reach a level of excellence…. Just like “ we have to walk before we fly”
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are quite the marksman, Betty.
Nice shot.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re a night owl like me!
Glad I hit the mark!
Warmly, B