a few beers and an empty page

a few beers and an empty page

 

 

my retired words

sit around lounging

in their adverbial pursuit 

of nothing

 

splayed on a poetic couch

potatoes in the shade

and color of the high def

world

 

the panic in my thoughts

tries to rouse me 

to expend the energy

to type

 

but nouns are so passive

when there is no structure

to their sentence.

I am thwarted in my lame effort

 

to create something besides

a pension check for daydreaming

with simple subtitles

a kindergarten toddler could read

 

the once me with my 9 to 5

wherewithal to dream of the great poem

is lost in the drink

I think

 

the hours whittle away

like shavings of the used-to-be me

who had intentions

but now sits in detention

 

twiddling my intent 

like useless thumbs

I will write again

I promise myself

yet sit squandering

my opportunities

like they are wayward dreams

 

my eyes see less and less

and my mind sees less than that.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Fabulous poem !

I learnt after I retired the more time I have to do things the less I do as it’s easy to procrastinate and say I’ll do it later
I wrote more when I was working and had to squeeze it in before work or lunch break or nights or one am


Great feel to this Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember cooking pizzas on a busy Friday night and writing poems on napkins in between pulling pies.
thanks, Julie,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Hi what’s pulling pies 🥧

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow brother I'm sure you wrote this before the beers very insightful because it comes from within, each sentence in the stanza the words come together you can feel the emotion, I was wondering where the blank page if the reading jump out the paper great work and an enjoyable read. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Mauricio,
j.

[redzone]

Believe it or not, beer(s) make me wordy. Nouns, adjectives, and adverbs, all flow all over the place. They make perfect sense when I put them on paper, until the next day when for some reason they have formed nonsensical sentences. WTF!!?? And, I often find that my reviews have the same effect, and I'm not even drinking those beer(s). WTF again!!!

One thing I will say, and it makes perfect sense, your poems/poetry is never in detention. Nope, if they try to put them there, I will rescue them and read them over the loud speaker!! So there!! Back in the day, we used to say "Right On"!!! Someone here at WC would say "Write On". Sound advice, even when those beers are many.!!! Thanks for your poem, Jacob
Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are kind Curt...thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beer make my mind lazy Jacob. Whiskey make me write into madness. Sometimes hard to create. I use the music and I listen to my favorite books. With old age. Hard to create my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Like Poe wrote into madness....yes.
thank you, Coyote.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Einstein Noodle]

ohhhhhhhhh i love this and so relate to it, jacob ... and here you are writing anew about another page you turn .. there are a whole lot of us in this chapter my friend .. a whole hell of a lot :) if i may suggest one thing ... ..... .... add a bit of Jamison to your beer :))))))))))))) luv on ya
E.
ps. love this poem!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Ha ha, thanks E.
j.