the writer's war within

the writer's war within

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the writer's war within

 

 

 

excessive exposure

we hate our own mirrors

writing bleakly gone with the wind

i see metaphoric wizardry 

citing other's magic

my potion is syllabic sojourns

into maritime rhyme

 

this ship has sailed

with permanence

now there is no going back to port

and Tara feels such a long way off

from cogent-consonant reconstruction

 

I am the South

my direction concurrent

historically ambivalent...

 

I am the South.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/12/19 

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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In old age. It seem we are farther away from the things we loved.
"this ship has sailed
with permanence
now there is no going back to port
and Tara feels such a long way off
from cogent-consonant reconstruction"
I love the depth of the words written. Thank you Jacob for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

You are welcome Jacob.
when thinking of poetry writing also think of taffeta skirts and crinoline petticoats of the 50's and how the're still very beautiful fashions. But the war in fashion, as it is in writing, is never against the fabric is it Jacob? Poets write poetry for other poets (or) the right of the act is never the function of the consequence/. lol
I watched "Gone With The Wind" the other night and again there was a brightness resulting from attentive "southerness" I tried to love. "Ask me no questions and i'll tell you no lies" Hattie McDaniel said . so the war you speak of my friend, is nothing more than the truth. Poetry, no matter how unctuous and elegant, is the process of great hurt......dana

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

consequence and hurt...the epitome of a poet's gift or burden...one or the other. thank you for your.. read more
No matter where I live in the future, I will always love the South. I love this also.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, light...

j.
light and ashes

1 Week Ago

My pleasure Jacob.
Proves that even in our most loved passion, we can be unsatisfied.
This piece speaks many souls here including me.
Whereas other get to fight with one another for anything, writers fight with themselves for a pure piece.
It's written poignantly! :)


Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, we do fight for a pure piece...i like that...thank you, Tahsin...
j.
o h my ..yes I do believe
we as poets can be so
doubtful and insecured
about what we write and even more so to post it.. Gone With the Wind.what
a classic...our Tara becomes vague and really
does seem such a far way
off..powerful piece here..



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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Fran,
j.
Loved gone with the wind
This is a very deep poem I may need to read several times but loved it ☝️

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Julie...
j.
I read this the other day and have been wanting to review it. Time gets the better of me quite often. This is such an apt metaphor for the duality of the writing life. The Civil War being what it was, yes, it is technically over, but the ghost of it is everywhere in the South. History does not die, it just morphs the survivors of it into something other. Beings doomed to walk the earth in search of understanding.

Depending on who we are, that search can be fruitful or destructive. For the writer, I suppose it can be both. Simultaneously or interchangeably. Depends on where we find ourselves.

My mother was married to her second husband at the Margaret Mitchell House. Gone with the Wind is part of my childhood and interwoven, in ways, into my understanding of southernness. So, I appreciated your exploration here. But, more, I liked the deviation. A kind of embrace of the darker side. An understanding. Your penultimate stanza and the final line really resonated for me.

Inspiring poetry, Jacob.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

wow, The Margaret Mitchell House? that definitely Makes Gone with the Wind part of your fabric...fa.. read more
Eilis

1 Week Ago

You’re welcome, Jacob. I was hoping I had a picture of the house itself to share, but all the pict.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

If you ever do find it....i would love to see it.
j.
All of us believe other poets are better than we are....I think that is part of the reason poetry books are not often published! We tend to write in the same genre for months....can't get a topic out of our heads. I enjoyed the references to "Gone With The Wind" here.....if you are the South, however, the South will prevail! Lydi**

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Lydi,
j.
Your pen goes where the wind blows. The Author owes the reader no apologies. Relatable and very human of you to share. In my eyes your poetry will always fee beautiful and timeless. (Yes I'm still reading many of you on this website) I just rarely have time to write, comment or share. I felt compelled to stop on your words; allow me to linger for awhile...

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for lingering with me a bit, Muse...sure appreciate your visit and words,
j.
Speaks to me of the disallusionment we sometimes have when it comes to our own writes; we are at pains to step out of the comfort zone of what works for us and develop our skills and push our poetry to greater heights. I find if we dont change it up, in both style and content, we do become excessively exposed in our limitations.

I enjoyed the Gone With The Wind references; anything film related always gets my attention, and though you may feel like the South and ravaged like Tara, i still think with all your words, you never will go hungry again.

A fine write, Jacob.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

i appreciate your reference to Scarlett's words of never going hungry again...but often i feel the s.. read more

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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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