3 a.m.  in May

3 a.m. in May

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

3 a.m.  in May



cemetery quiet,
in the dead of night
the dead write

coming to life
under head stone
and head of steam-ing pen

do you hear the voices?
in hush whispers they entice
to hit they keys more than thrice

i feel my wrist for a pulse
in the dead of night
the dead write



cemetery quiet,
in the dead of night
the dead write

coming to life
under head stone
and head of steam-ing pen

do you hear the voices?
in hush whispers they entice
to hit the keys more than thrice

i feel my wrist for a pulse
in the dead of night
the dead write

erin-cilberto
5/14/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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My dead at night offerings, all neatly locked away until morning, are usually all gone by then and I can't remember a thing
This one would be a great lead in to Halloween

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Dave...appreciate your visit and words,
j.
In the dead of night that other guy decides it's time to write.
Always 4 a.m. for some reason.
Sometime later when I read it, I usually think to myself that maybe I would have written it differently, but for some reason I never change it.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

I never change them either, Paul...I go with the gut instinct of the first time and then move on.read more
Paul Bell

2 Weeks Ago

Definitely, the way of the wise man.
Literally, haunting.
You may be referring to automatic writing--which requires some degree of mediumship--or you are drawing upon what many call "the collective subconscious." Another possibility is, it all comes from your own subconscious and you are cleverly "metaphorizing" it.
Guess I'll go with the latter.
Most creative, poet.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

gotta be that subconscious for me...cause i know not from where it comes.
thank you, Jimmy,read more
Oooh aahhh eeriness
Love it
Clever

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Julie...
j.
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This is good. I like this stanza very much as an opener:

"cemetery quiet,
in the dead of night
the dead write"

The play on words is not only fun, it's necessary to establish the tone, which is a bit more serious. When the dead write, the living should pay attention. I realize I can quote each section because they're all good, but I'll stick with this one for now. The rhyme is easy-going and the cadence is like a slow song, the way I hear it. The quiet invoked is going to be broken, at least by the sound of your keyboard as you type in the night.

The mention of yourself at the end tells us you're awake, but a little leery of that fact, and perhaps leery of your own words. But they're good, it all works. A muse of any kind is good, as is hearing the dead whisper. A little sad, a little glad, three times there's a response.
Just one question - did you put up two repetitions instead of one when you added them? One repetition is just right, imo. Thanks for the poem!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

yes, leery of my own words for sure...
thank you for your insightful and honest review..
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So he's dead he's coming back to life I like the play on words, "steam-ing pen"
Voices are type to get him to trying. "hit the keys" to get him to type then use his pen.
Had to read this a few times.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

i like what you got from this..thank you D_go.
j.
"do you hear the voices?" Bad sign. Auditory hallucinations are usually the first sign that it's all going over the side. Especially if you hear them while typing in a cemetery.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

Yes, but the gravestones make good solid stands for the typewriter, and the sound of the keys doesn'.. read more
" She just says, Baby, it's three a.m. I must be lonely... and I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes...the rain's gonna wash away I believe it" Matchbox 20

I've sat up many nights counting the moths around the light and contemplating the universe...it's a strange word (universe) You'd think it would at least be a couplet or a quatrain. I like the quiet though...like the morning after a long night snow. If you listen hard, you can almost hear the silent symmetry of falling flakes descending. Or are those zombie voices?



Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

i would rather think they are falling flakes...
thank you for your wise words, Fabian,
.. read more
I loved that last stanza, I kind of smirked at it, I love the flow of this write. awesome

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Kay,
j.
The repetition here makes this poem a little eerier, Jacob! There is something about the atmosphere in a cemetery....is it the dead speaking to us or the quiet inspiring us? Either way, it certainly works here. Lydi**

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, let's hope it is a bit of both,
j.

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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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