to Whom it may Concern

to Whom it may Concern

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

to Whom it may Concern

 

 

i am compromised

desensitized,

a glorified poet

sagging themes wrinkled with age

now unread

nearly dead

 

creative consequence

they all went out the fire door

exited like my inspiration

 

one last spark

allowed me this write

but i am writing it with no feeling

nothing

nothing

 

just nothing

 

grave stone will read, 

an "anonymous poet lies here"

just like he did in most of his poems.

 

believe nothing

nothing

 

just nothing.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/27/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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ouch - quite poignant. that ending, the repetition of 'nothing' is hard-hitting and leaves its mark. an artist suffers for his work, putting heart & soul into it. greatness of art is usually recognized after death - thus the term "starving artist". there is a price to be paid - comes with the territory. therein lies the true beauty of poetry. very visual with depth of feeling ... :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Pete,
j.
Profoundly sad write here.especially when the poet becomes desensitized...the words become empty ..devoid of
feeling..numb to a positive light ..well penned and deeply expressed.


Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Fran,
j.

this is a matter of concern for all those who write, obviously there are those who feel and fear the final paragraph or stanza more than others and for a variety of reasons that may be reduced to the point of complete and total anonymity once the inscription on the plaque or headstone become weathered and worn..

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your understanding review, Neville,
j.
I understand this all too well, j. a glorified (in his own mind) poet...desensitized (some would say unfeeling) … moved into old age...few know as a poet so the gravestone will reveal little of that...ideals beaten down until he believes nothing and in nothing...not even his ability.

Still, the pen keeps moving onward...because it must.



Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

yes, it must...thank you for your insights, Ted,
j.
grave stone will read,
an "anonymous poet lies here"
just like he did in most of his poems.

I really enjoyed this part of your write, This is very well written and said. I enjoyed your write

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your words, choosen,
j.
Unspoken poet

4 Years Ago

not a problem...
The writer in your lines may be compromised and his words lost, but he doesn't completely give up. Although there is nothing absolutely nothing there, he still picks his pen up one last time. Maybe this is the fear of all writers, that one day there will be nothing forthcoming. Devastating for writers.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Chris,
j.
" I am compromised..... Just nothing" and all the expressions in-between hit hard with devestation.
Excellent writing

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Wondering Mind,
j.
It makes me think of those poets who want so badly to be heard but are afraid to be known. Which is why we use made up names, some of us.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

i like where you went this..thank you, Edie,
j.
… numb words tumbling down, to catch a glimpse of yesterday, only to stick on chiseled stone.
Somber and sobering.

Posted 4 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

i like your response better than the poem...you say so much in one line...great brevity that says so.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

4 Years Ago

a poets eye for a poet.
Such a sad refrain as the poet, like most poets, yearns to be recognised before death is his publisher. I for one cannot fathom the way poetry plays out. There are so many good poets but few great ones. You and Leslie Philibert are two of the greats.

Posted 4 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

4 Years Ago

Leslie has tried but cannot get published.
jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

I really have a hard time understanding why that is so.
John Alexander McFadyen

4 Years Ago

Me too Jacob, his poetry is on a par with the greats.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally 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..

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