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a figurative poem alighted

on the couch in my parlor

i offered it some tea,

but it literally declined

said it just needed a rest

from being forced into meaning

so many other things outside of itself

 

it just wanted to mean what it means

but no one would let it

and it told me that with 

some very colorful language

 

i blushed,

the poem asked me what that meant

"What?"

"The reddish hue"

 

"oh, that is just a figurative way to describe embarrassment"

the poem just chortled

picked up its coat and scarf

 

personified the door

went through itself

and disappeared

literally.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/22/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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I seldom edit; and even when I do, it is primarily syntax, punctuation, the odd word change, but I cannot recall every changing the sentiment that birthed a poem; because as you say jacob a poem just wants to mean what it means. Though as you say in your reply to Chris, poets will always welcome the journey their words take the reader on. :))

Beccy.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for understanding, Beccy,
j.
Oh heck! I guess I better stop reviewing, becuz most of mine are feeble stabs (badly aimed) at whatever a poem tries to say. I should've known your poems would be particularly fussy about how they're interpreted. Norm thought this poem so noteworthy, he private msg'd me so I wouldn't miss it *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

yes, so damn fussy....ha ha.
thank you for the smile, Margie...
j.
This must be about poetry and how it is interpreted by those who check in to read it. They are guests and no two people are alike. They will each interpret in a different way. Poems will then become what they, the reader want them to be rather than what you as a poet may have had in mind. Knowing you as I do, I am sure you will be more than happy with that and enjoy where readers went with your words.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

of course, i love where you took this piece, Chris.
thank you for taking this short journey w.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Ha ha wannabe, that's me Jacob. You arrived at the station years ago. I am still on the train :)
Very good description. Giving persona to a poem. Love it :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Sarah,
j.
Such a perfect description of your own characteristic style of writing, Jacob. So many interpretations can be deduced, so many inspirations of thought that can emerge to the reader, often with an unexpected moral to generate a new thought process. The wit and content of this poem shows that philosophy can be fun. Just what we need at present...... Thank you.
N.


Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you, Norman---welcome to my poetry parlor, how do you want your tea?
Norman Tanti (223)

1 Month Ago

Preferably made in a poet--- sorry Pot!
N.
A cleverly written piece
this is a poem with a mind
of its own.. a peeved piece
who had had enough already
a witty and fun poem to read






Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

i think most of mine have minds of their own, Fran...
thank you,
j.
Like Freud said, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. It is a human tendency to make too much of too little. I've had more than one poem go on strike midway through for such an offense, and haven't heard from any of them since.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Might put those poems on The Most Wanted list.
Dr. Freud...thank you for your psychological r.. read more
I love this.. very clever poem j .. I know my unwritten poems can resonate with this piece. Made me smile this did thank you for that my dearest friend 🙂
Best wishes Katrina

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Katrina...yes, ask those unwritten poems to come out and play...i am sure they will.
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' . the poem just chortled .. picked up its coat and scar .. personified the door.. went through itself..
and disappeared.. literally.

A poem in three acts, scenes various? How i love your surreal understanding here. To me and with respect, you often appear to be in control of form and content.. but, truth be known - you just turn the tap and out come the words because there's no stopping them. And you know better than to try to dam them. Brilliant thought, jacob: when operating at full pelt, words do their 'own thing'!

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

yes, they do their own thing...as i have told you before...i do not feel responsible for what i writ.. read more

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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 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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