![]() the forgotten onesA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
a
very rickety desk the
Underwood sits
Over wood the
old keys savoring
the touch of
two-fingered inspiration but
the arthritic poet dementia
in his bones can
only gaze through cataracts at
the machine with
which he used to be one the
relationship a consorting of
lines, ribbons, carriages the
babies, his poems many
grew up to publish themselves with
a slight nod to
their ancestry but
now they lie on pages almost
as old as he father,
sons, daughters between
covers trying
not to get cold before
they are buried with
nary a figment of
notoriety. erin-cilberto 4/1/25 © 2025 jacob erin-cilberto |
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2 Reviews Added on April 7, 2025 Last Updated on April 7, 2025 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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