look through my window

look through my window

my writing is convalescing 

in a hospice of hospitable haste

moribund in its state of inertia

but still breathing,

they don't believe we will survive

but my pen is fighting with every breath

to restart a heartbeat,

to catch that second wind of change

to mean something again.

erin-cilberto

6/28/2020

Reviews

[Lorry]

I so heard these words like a film noir movie voiceover, like "there are eight million stories in the naked city and this is just one of them."
Maybe due to recently watching old classics, but as your last line is spoke, the movie begins and now we wonder if it will be told in flashback or whether the bad guy will be caught at the end or will it be a trilogy.
Miracles do happen Jacob. Maybe even a spin off movie and merchandising rights too.
😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Ah, my sequels never make it, Lorry. So just one movie.
I remember that movie "The Naked City" and also the tv series of the same name, I watched as a kid.
They started with that same phrase about the eight million stories...I will write eight million poems and wish just one will be good.
j.

[Lorry]

It's the thought of the next one being good that keeps us going 😀

[BLACKCRUSH]

" Still Breathing " I feel like that a lot. I really felt this, thank you for writing it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, BLACKCRUSH, nice to see you back.

[BLACKCRUSH]

Thanks !! I'm here every now and then :)

[adornoscousin]

Trying to mean something again. I think we all are. We are lost in meaninglessness and look to loud mouth buffoons and pornography to rescue us but like true Nietzcheans...we must rescue ourselves

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i do think we all are...to be meanings among all that makes no sense at all....thank you, adorno.
j.

[Lale]

I'm looking through my window too. We will survive. It's just a dark cloud, I hope. It will rain and rainbow will appear eventually, hopefully, supposedly...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lale,
j.

[Robert Trakofler]

mine too... brother Jacob! it keeps flying out of its holder and on to the desk yes yes yes we are waiting and the dialogue is stirring all about us ready to be scribbled and scrawled

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my dialogue with the muse is often heated, often silent, and sometimes a blur of a conversation.
read moremy dialogue with the muse is often heated, often silent, and sometimes a blur of a conversation.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We shall bribe the nurse to smuggle you in a bottle of wine each day and give you extra sponge baths until you reach complete recovery. On second thought, that might actually hinder my healing process. We'll just send happy thoughts instead. (smile)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Extra sponge baths sound good...unless she is Nurse Ratchett....:))))
thanks, Fabian,
j.

[Gee]

No way will you ever suffer not finding a subject, topic to write about. This poetry lark flows through dem ol' bones and veins of yours mister J. I get the mourning of social interaction but when society is back in full swing they'll be days when you are praying for a large roundhouse kick of kung flu :))
Hope you are well Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yeah, "Kung Flu"---good grief, what an *****
thank you for your kind words, Gee.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Hanging on the precipice, wondering what is to come ... if the pen runs dry what then?
Thank goodness resuscitation is possible. The Muse has been brought back from the brink.

I think this virus has one unrecognized symptom ... the lock down freezes the brain and the emotions that are tied to interaction with other humans lay waste to ideas.

Good poem j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, those ideas are definitely laid to waste...
I hate having no interaction...it must come back soon.
thank you, Ted,
j.

[Christine Anne Shaw]

I am looking through my window too, with the eyes of a poet. I'm not sure I like the ugliness of what I see. I hope the wind of change will bring an end to too much disturbance. I am unsettled by it all and desire a peaceful existence. Multi layered Jacob, this could also apply to where you think you are with poetry at the present time.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, in the pits, I'm afraid.
thank you for your understanding review, Chris.
j.

[Cassie]

Writers block? You bring your muse back so well

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are such a thoughtful poet, Cassie, thanks for being you.
j.