Wish

Wish

 

 

a hurricane of hate

transposes peaceful hearts

into scattered anger

 

words run yellow

and vicious against 

a wind of fearful semantics

 

the poet stands 

grounded

typing away

at his imaginary keyboard

 

delivering a diatribe

in letters

that can hardly

believe in themselves.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/18/24

Reviews

[Light and ashes]

The last line, of the last stanza, is really sad..
...
It's like he doesn't know what to believe in anymore.
It's like he doesn't even know if he believes he the words, he wants to express, anymore.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it is like that...thank you, light,
j.

[Light and ashes]

:) always happy to review, you.

[Dylan Macadham]

Foreboding and apropos!
t'is the calm before Hurricane-of-Hate 2.0

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Dylan.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

“Scattered anger” now that’s a sight to imagine, like the Tasmanian devil in the mind’s eye! Anger is a volatile ⛽️

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, it is...
thank you, Freds,
j.

[redzone]

As humans, poets or otherwise, we are angry at many things. Mostly, the way the world is going or for personal reasons, but we shout out our anger. We communicate our displeasure in words, written or spoken. Sometimes, we speak too soon, our anger misplaced, because we have discovered the truth of what is happening. BUT, and this is a big BUT, mostly, we must never fail to express them. We have a responsibility to learn the truth, to speak, and to act on it. Those "peaceful hearts" need to be shattered/awakened, and isn't this what art should do? Not as diatribe, but as reality, in all its wonder and its horrors. There is this quote that I heard once, "the truth will not make you free; but you cannot get free without the truth."

I guess I went way beyond what your poem was saying Jacob, but then this is me and hopefully, there is no diatribe in these words.
Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, we poets do need to speak truth, and of course, then we hope others might read and listen to the heartbeat.
j.

[Cherrie]

You never know what a writer will tackle. We hardly know ourselves. Sometimes it's like playing dress up we look through the closet to give a new expression a go (or possibly stick to a old familiar one).

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh, yes, I like that so much, Cherrie..."Playing dress up!"

so true.