Shout

Shout

 

 

no one listens to me

i seem to be silent poetry

 

the consonance is a silent bell

as one in Amherst was in her shell

 

an attic full of secret verse

with only those who 'stood her did she converse

 

i am silent poetry

the attic under lock and key

 

no one listens to me

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/10/24

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Is poetry a fading art? A friend once said to me don't even think of writing a book of poetry, it will never sell on Amazon.... maybe she is right...will death bring the same? if you are dead, do you care what people think of your work??? Unless you are very well known....nice thought J.
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am sure your book is selling, Betty....it should be.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

it is, but mostly by friends …. do you think a magazine would like my story? which ones? it’s short enough
warmly, B🌷

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think a magazine would like our story, but that is not my area, so really don't know what magazines to submit it to.
Writers Market could tell you. I don't know if that is sold in hard copy anymore but that is what I used to use for poetry....they did one called Poets Market...told me the best places to submit my work. And I think they have or had a volume for stories as well.

[Gee]

Good morning.
Perhaps fame after death is the way to go, look at how it destroys so many caught in the public eye.
A friend of mine wants to put together a wee book of the poems I have penned on season's and life. Me being me thinks they are not worth the ink and paper needed.
You will always be heard Jacob, heard and appreciated.
Hope you are keeping well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

do put together the book....it will be a keepsake....
something that is a legacy you can leave for others who follow you.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Is it only poets who read poetry? It's a lost art and the practioners considered addle-pated and rather strange, or are we the lucky ones who understand the joys of producing something that strikes a chord in someone' soul, if only once.

What got me into this was one single line ... "I must go down to the seas again ...|

Do we take criticism lying doen or do we turn the table on our critics? ... asking for a friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think we are the lucky ones...I feel very lucky to be able to produce poetry somehow.
we take constructive criticism...but nasty criticism we flip it..
j.

[apennylate]

I have no qualms about most of my work being hidden from the public eye, but it makes me wonder... Is death really the only way to reach full fruition of practice?
Am I only going to know being known, after my last breath?
Deathbeds and social recognition.
Seem to go together like PB&J...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It really seems that way, doesn't it?
Thanks for the response, pennylate,
j.

[Marie]

A poignant write. So sad when nobody listens to what a poet has to say. Emily kept her poetry under lock and key, but it was heard and appreciated after it became available and she had crossed over to Spirit. Everybody loves to read your amazing poetic gems, dear J... No fear of your poetry not being listened to or not heard. Lovely work! Thank you for sharing, dear friend...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Marie,
j.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, J ..

[Lorry]

I know the feeling well Jacob, despite feeling I am more of a silent extra in a silent movie with subtitles in a language no one speaks.
Sometimes I wonder who keeps tying me to the train tracks, but knowing by the state of the service I'll be safe a while, at least until the next episode! 😃

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Subtitles for the silent dialogue of the extra.
thanks, Lorry,
j.

[redzone]

I think it is atrocious that it is only after she was gone, did her "secret verse" become heard. It would have been so wonderful to have conversed with her, exchanged poems, and seen more fully the world as she saw it. Even though we can do this by reading her now open poetry, I would have been happy to sit outside her door and have a conversation.

Jacob, your poetry speaks loudly, gently and I hear it. And I do not have to wait until you have gone to have this conversation!! That is the thrill I am happy to be part of.
Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for being part of "it" Curt.
And as for emily....Might have been a hard conversation....she kept a distance except for certain friends who she thought understood her work...
j.

[h d e rushin]

"I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose' was the first poem I can remember reading from Dickinson. What caught my attention was the skilled rhythm and the 'shine' of her 'understanding' like seeing the back of a baldheaded man. You never notice anything but his head; her method was her sedative just as much as her words. Dickinson, Plath, and Whitman are the only souls I will visit in the afterlife. And you too dear brother. dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I would appreciate that visit, dana.
I always appreciate your vists in this life. You are poet I admire greatly....I like the Beat poets, Plath, Dickinson, cummings, and h d e rushin is right there with all of them.