Visiting Hours

 

Visiting Hours

 

 

 

my poetic gears are grinding

squealing brakes of my pen 

as the pads 

once pristine white,

are muddled grey

speed dialing backwards

I phoned the muse

got voice mail,

 

she is permanently on hiatus

i am driving nowhere

maybe i shouldn't try to stop and write

maybe if i crash into this wall of silence

 

a word or two will survive

the poet, himself, an uninterrupted coma.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/30/19

Reviews

[jen]

yes, poking a stick at the goo we create and wonder "what the hell made that anyway?" smile and step back and know its all there: inspiration, horror, embarrassment, yada yada yada... it is all word worthy... the pain and joy.. I really identified with this poem and thank you for posting it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, jenny,
j.

[jen]

no prob, anytime j ;)

[An owl on the moon]

What powerful expressions of the shattering impact a muse can have on us in silences. Somehow, even in her silence, she spoke volumes through you, and I hope so much she returns soon for more. Your creative flow always inspires, always makes me wish for more.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Owl...
j.

[Chris Shaw]

"I phoned the muse
got voice mail",Ya know Jacob, I think she's cleared off with mine. I reckon they are on a sandy beach together, lapping up the sun and sipping cocktails while we are left to get on with it. Trouble is my muses's holidays are so extensive I am beginning to get used to the idea of not having her around. Talk about pain, she is the pain.
That's where you took me.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sorry you could relate to this, Chris...but she will be back for you...she always comes back..maybe she is on a beach somewhere like you say...yours and mine tipping a Fuzzy Navel....
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A Fuzzy Navel? lol. I'd be inclined to say no thanks lol. Mind you depends what's in it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Peach Snapps and something else, i forget...but it's tasty like the apricot stone sour.

[Chris Shaw]

Sounds good Jacob. Fuzzy Navels all round then :)

[Ted Kniffen]

Peach Schnapps and orange juice...tasty

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sometimes we struggle for inspiration when overwhelmed with memories and that muse (like mine) seems to be a flirt who is unreliable. The allegory in this reaches your always brilliant exprssive use of words to describe the same pain Jacob. A real art.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you John...Well, Murmurs was a happier piece?
my muse speaks to me of pain...and yet i am a pretty contented person...enjoying each day i am around...
thanks again,
j.

[Wondering Mind]

I think they have a Muse convention they're attending, leaving the population behind..perhaps we'll evolve and grow independent of them! The sign are there as in this write!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

uh oh, if that happens...and they leave us behind i would be dead in the water....i don't know where what i write comes from....but it is not from me...i am just a conduit for the muse...without her, i am a wordless horseman. Thank you for your words, Wondering Mind.
j.