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sorry there is no poem here,

"Gone fishing" for words

if they strike 

I will angle them into some verse

that will take the bait of metaphorical insanity

the catch might be worth it

 

if the meaning is properly

filleted

I will be back from day

and write into night

 

if you inhale the scent

of the poems frying

after being critically panned

 

maybe it will drive you insane as well

so just take a small bite at first

 

let it digest

and watch out for the hook

the barbs might be enlightening.

 

erin-cilberto

5/19/24

Reviews

[Relic]

A great poem to add to my old fishing tackle box. ha Nice one, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

appreciate that, Relic.
j.

[Green]

I have never been much for fishing (probably because I can't seem to catch anything, my brother and I have a running joke that all the fish are just sleeping every time we try) but now I kind of want to reconsider an attempt. This was such an unexpected analogy, but it was so good. And you really used every part of it, like you didn't just stop at 'gone fishing', you kept it up right through the cleaning, cooking, and eating. I really enjoyed this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Green.
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a very creative and interesting way to write about composing poetry. It is humorous and so true.

Sometimes when it comes to writing our brains have gone fishing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, P.B.
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome as always. There is always something unique and creative in your words

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob… I just discovered that you are having another Healing at the Hospital… so typical of you to write a Poem about “Gone Fishing” which I think is one of your best Metaphors ever. Our Prayers are ascending for You and the Weather is full of beautiful white Clouds and blue skies of Hope and ❤️ Love… tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Nothing as drastic...just a foot surgery...thank you for your kind words of support,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... just a "Foot" Note. Roger and myself use Canes often for support. It is rather Romantic and Debonaire... with Prayer. Amen Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Gone Fishing instead of Kissing the Blues away. Got my Tackle and my Worms… waiting for Huckleberry Finn to arrive. Writing poetry can wait at the Garden Gate. softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Pat,
j.

[Laz K.]

clever things make me giggle. this one made me chuckle and laugh. it's like "do not read this line," or "do not think of a white elephant." "no poem here" says the first line of this clever poem. very "meta": a poem about poems...a snake thinking about snakes as it's biting its own tail. i'm afraid i disregarded the warning about taking small bites only. i devoured the whole thing and wished there were more.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Laz K.
j.

[iTryToWriteAllTheTime]

I have been dazzled by this mighty big catch you have here. Lovely stuff. Makes me energized to see what I can catch on the page as well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words,
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous. I fish almost daily.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing like fishing...for words or bass...
j.

[Vol]

Jacob!
I am SO lost without fishing... specifically surf casting. There is some beauty in the long sweep of rod as it arcs across the sky to toss bait and weight as far as possible, then backward up the beach to sit and wait, eyes sharp for that hint of a tug.
That time in the sun, waiting for just the right word to tear off your line, you pull, it pulls you reel, it runs... Well sorry, you've already sait it... and better.
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You just described exactly what kind of fishing I love ....peaceful...Thank you, Vol,
j.

[Vol]

How did I wind up so far from what I love the most?

[AYVID N]

if you inhale the scent
of the poems frying
after being critically panned

Such delightful words, dear Jacob. A poem is truly like catching a fish, filleted, fried and cooked and eaten, a small bite first. How it simmers sometimes, if panned. Such wonderful metaphors can come only and only from you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think my next book is going to be titled "The Accidental Poet"
Thank you, Divya,
j.