Identity

Identity

 

 

it's a somber epiphany

the wise sentiment got lost

 

three words following the wrong star

no manager

to direct them to

the manger

where lay the heart of the poet

 

stranded, clinging to Mary's breast

feeling that dark secret

that garden trek

 

an ominous cross to bear

gold, frankincense and myrrh

laid at his feet

 

as he tip-toes backwards

retracing his steps

 

but no matter

destiny shrinks from responsibility

 

but cannot hide from the pen

and the poet knows

 

he must write for his sins

while God sits upon his typewriter

 

watching intently.

wondering if he could somehow

resurrect the stone-cold heart

pacing the keys in front of him.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/18/2020

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

An alternative title for this one might be "The Messiah and the Muse." Much Christian, especially Christmas, imagery here. Sometimes the heart is indeed stone cold, and the words just won't come. Actually, I wish God wouldn't just sit on my typewriter, but whisper the damned words in my ear.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe he will hear your prayers and start whispering...
thanks, John,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do agree Jacob.
"he must write for his sins
while God sits upon his typewriter"
When we bleed to paper. Maybe release, maybe reminder. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Lorry]

Epiphany, heart of a poet, stranded, ominous, destiny and our sins, reflect on the unspoken within us, that stays within unless you wear a poets heart, that can feel like our poker face of writing as the keyboard becomes our therapist.
This one shouts Jacob, with that ending that all here can relate too... The poets screens aver mask.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Lorry,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You ARE a poet. You may have lost your religion but you have not lost your words or the ability to connect with other people through your poetry. The stone cold heart needs warmth, that is difficult in these challenging times. Once you have lost what you once held dear and believed in, it's not easy to get back, yet you must believe in something. You must put your faith in your ability to connect to others through your poetry. Your students and your many readers appreciate your dedication and love of your art. I am proud to say I am one of them.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, Chris,
j.

[Patricia]

Very thought provoking, I do love the line “destiny shrinks from responsibility” then into the pen of a poet is brilliant.... your pen is always appreciated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your kind words are even more appreciated, my friend,
j.

[.]

That three words has the holy burden that the poet has to bear... His love got distracted but the perfume of that incense lingers in his heart forever. He is trying and trying if could resurrect.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

trying like hell...but...well it ain't easy.
thank you, Dreamer,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The introduction to this of that famous fairytale of shepherds and babes in mangers leads us into a religious piece but it then has a cold and stark turn as the protagonist has rejected such notions and no longer has such belief. But still the struggle for identity and purpose continues.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful review, John.
j.