Ruins

Ruins

a stowaway of sorts

poems hidden in hatches

batches of old writings

with yellowed pages

gathering the dust

of experience

a packet of used pens

with nary a drop of ink

left within

and words i left without

knowing they would

be embers

that turned my life to ash

a phoenix poet

rising from nothing

writing about everything

wondering if anything saved

was worth the risk

of going back

to the pages

one more time.

erin-cilberto

3/13/25

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

Maybe, maybe not Jacob.
Sometimes i cringe when i go back to read my earlier poems but then they were all a process of learning, and very occasionally with only slight editing i find one or two are not so bad after all and i re-post them.
I had no interest in poetry until i was in my early 60's so not so many to trawl through as possibly yourself and other life long writers...

Stella

[Sami Khalil]

Good poems are preserved for posterity; the poet lives on after his expiration date.
They bring back memories when read again and again.
Long live the poet and poetry.

[Soren]

A poem for poets. This is a feeling I have had so many times. Literally it applies to all writers but in metaphor to all people where the pages of our lives deserve to be returned to in memory and reviewed. A lovely write Jacob