from time to time

from time to time

 

 

a new year,

an old poem

an older poet

with confetti pen,

horns and whistles

instead of rhymes

shaving more time off the clock

with graying facial hair

and gnarled hands

turning in arthritis ticks

seconds of syllables removed  from un-scenic stanzas

 

a photo shoot of less elegance

growing pains

dusty rains

the outpouring of words

demanding declarative insolence

truant loves partying elsewhere,

 

as i greet

a new year

with an old poem

 

becoming an even older poet

than i was before that clock

had a voice,

and my eyes

were a clear, dry sky.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/31/15

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

We've got two choices--usually, the better of them is growing older.
A very old, very accomplished writer once told me, "My memory certainly isn't what it used to be; my creativity, however, continues to improve."
Use Google for your memory, Jacob, and continue being richly creative!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...yes, i will have to do that soon...the google thing.
thank you, Jimmy.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

A sad write from the last stanza I thought but wisdom comes from being older

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.

j.