mad love

mad love

fleeced eccentricity

counting sheep like ink blots

in a night of courtship with the muse

and she denies

sleep,

yet won't allow my mind exploration

upon her paper skin

the sun slips arrogantly through the shades

with a pertinent grin

in response to my chagrin

another break-up between

creativity and me

but as a parting gift

she lends me a newer, quirkier pen

and gives me a goodbye word

on the cheek.

erin-cilberto

11/28/15

Reviews

[redzone]

Ah Jacob, you may worship at that church of mad love, but alas your muse is an atheist and all she allows is a word or two and grants a sleepless night.... but that word turns into metaphor an wahla a smooth as silk poem... might be a fair exchange after all

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Curt.

j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh boy that muse sure has its good swings, one moment giving the next ignores you. I guess that is how we know it is a woman, LOL

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, thanks for the smile, Dale.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

A goodbye word on the cheek....love that line, Jacob! Yes, the muse does keep us up at night and often is a terrible tease. The metaphor here is wonderful. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi..
j.

[DIVYA]

A very outstanding poem on a poet's now on now off affair with creativity. I found the second verse particularly beautiful. Much appreciated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, DIVYA...
j.