Peculiar Seeds

Peculiar Seeds

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Peculiar Seeds

 

 

 

innate objects float 

in my bloodstream

coagulated poems interred 

within a dirt yard of heart

where nothing grows

 

except baby verses

that never blossom

into adolescence. 

 

 

 

erin-cilbeto

6/29/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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This conjured a field of wilted shoots and stalks, struggling to make it to harvest.
All those words and lines that catch our imagination, yet we struggle to nurture it into maturity and frustrate ourselves into thinking of the "something more" we know is almost but not quite within reach.
And then the doubt begins its inevitable march, exascerbay... Excassebai... making it harder to break the cycle and wordsflowing freely once more.
I don't know though Jacob. If I had written that last line, I'd have taken the rest of the week off 😀

Posted 6 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

yes, almost, but not quite in reach...thank you for your words, Lorry,
j.
I tried to post on this yesterday but my computer would not let me. Anway- I love the mixture between the inanimate and the living. We are all combined on some level now. I sit at my computer to type, I (used to, pre pandemic) commute in my car for hours a day...we are joined with the non-living world. Poems become part of the world, grow into the world and can change it. that is what I have taken from this. Sometimes those poems and ideas are still born.

Posted 6 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

Yes, they do become part of the world and I hope can make some dent in change.
thank you for .. read more
Pretty much describes me right now. Wonderful use of metaphors. Loved reading, as usual.

Posted 6 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Days Ago

I appreciate you sharing that you relate to this, Fairy.
j.
Wow, like magic, you are a classical poet, the metaphor in the first 2 lines instantly give the reader an impression of poetic performance, and the following lines play on the theatrical stage perfectly. Delicate, yet so powerful.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Lost.
j.
All seeds can be planted, they just need the right soil... I thought about the feelings we suppress.. hardest seeds.. Such a profound poem. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, the right soil makes such a difference...thank you for your words, Lale.
j.
You know nothing grew in my nan's back yard. As a kid I would dig in the dirt with a stick. She didn't like me going out there. Then in summer I found a tall flower which turned out to be a hollyhock. That seed carried by a bird probably started my love
of gardening. When I read your poem this came flooding back to me. I kept thinking nurture those baby verses. Please excuse my wandering mind :)

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I really enjoyed this that you shared with me, Chris.
I just love how others respond to our w.. read more
they may yet blossom
unfinished rhymes have a way of seeking sustenance

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

ain't that the truth"--thank you, Dave.
Oh yea, I can relate. So many lines I have thought of....and even written down. They never seem to be joined by others to create a poem though. Nice personification here. I enjoyed it. Lydi**

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

sometimes it would be really nice if they would all get together rather than snubbing each other, eh.. read more
Lydia

1 Week Ago

That's for sure!
A wonderful extended metaphor and one that resonates here. Brief, sad, resigned, lovely. Well done sir.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Brian,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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