dog-eared pages of the poet

dog-eared pages of the poet

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

dog-eared pages of the poet

 

 

 

I was published in the New Yorker magazine once.

oh no, pardon me

it was a New York magazine,

actually one from upstate

almost Vermont

a borderline poem

almost put out to pasture

but saved and milked for all it was worth

 

what a nice note,

thanks for your lovely poem

we will be including it in the next issue

compassionate congratulations

 

but I did send to The New Yorker once

they snapped at me...

Nope, not this 

not for the life of us can we imagine why

you would think we would publish 

this mess

passionate undoing

 

I put the pen away for awhile

had to get into a different State of mindlessness

then sent something to New Jersey

they sent a hit man

to personally deliver my rejection

he gave me an injection

of red ink,

 

I thought North Carolina would be gentle

with all those breezy pines

and subtle mountainsides

so sent them something

 

in the S.A.S.E.

received three pine cones

for the three poems submitted

 

then moved to one of the mountains

and wrote in the deep gap

between 

rational thought

and an irrational

jump into the abyss

where the words slap us into reality

when we hit bottom

 

then find that is our most comfortable

state...

and we just shove our life

into a drawer

behind the shaving cream

we never use

and the pungent cologne

that barks for attention.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/18/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Someone once told me you need to get rejected to appreciate getting accepted.
Never believed it then certainly don't believe it now.
Everybody has a great story to write, it's just getting the words down in some format that the whole world appreciates. I mean, how hard can it be.!

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49 Years Ago

“They sent a hit man..to personally deliver my rejection”- a killer line!- no pun intended j. Fugeddaboudit! I have been to this arid State of mind many times myself- nope, wouldn’t want to live there. You write the quintessential rejection road-song here. The pathos, humility, despair, dark humor- all those blue notes are represented. Lines, metaphors, perfect, balanced and unbalanced for dramatic pause- you make us think, ponder, envision, feel. Never, never, your life on a shelf! It shines much too brightly.

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49 Years Ago

The Kinship and Nostalgia of and in -
getting people to actually think
of something not on their minds
just a breath ago...

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49 Years Ago

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49 Years Ago

I loved the beginning stanza and the ending stanza of this poem. It allowed me to connect with the changes that are continually occurring in the world of writing. The first line "I was published in the New Yorker magazine once.
oh no, pardon me
it was a New York magazine,
Truly hit home to the demise of print publications which are no longer available, such as Glamour Magazine,
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/11/20/business/media/glamour-magazine-ends-monthly-print-publication.html.
In the last stanza:
and we just shove our life
into a drawer
behind the shaving cream
we never use
and the pungent cologne
that barks for attention
This to me paints the picture of the many hours that writers spend (loving it; of course) alone.
This piece is simply gorgeous in its reflection points.
Thank you for sharing, Loretta

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


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49 Years Ago

Jacob especially loved the last several lines re the shaving cream in the drawer
Loved this poem..... regards Julie

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


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49 Years Ago

The true question is why we keep going, keep writing, keep sharing, & submitting?

We just must. We should send them a rejection letter.
Dear Editor, I see your efforts are genuine. However as I read through your meager selections of talent displayed. I must decline in submitting my masterpiece with you. I will check back from time to time. So, please keep trying.
:)

Posted 1 Month Ago


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49 Years Ago

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49 Years Ago

There are times in my writing that I find rejection promising...means I am not the norm, and I'm quite alright with that :) I'm glad you write...even when they are rejection poems!

Posted 1 Month Ago


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49 Years Ago

Hmmmm! the ever popular rejection slip. Perhaps those hitmen from Jersey came to administer the death by a thousand paper cuts.

Good one, j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


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49 Years Ago

I can say I have never suffered that sort of rejection, mainly because I have never yet stuck my neck out far enough to get it chopped off,
Although if these headaches persist!!

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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