To those Used Poets who ran out of fuel

To those Used Poets who ran out of fuel

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

To those Used Poets who ran out of fuel

 

 

I have passed those exits

often enough

and thought about it.

 

 

But I still have some driving to do,

and the engine still has some miles on it,

so now junkyard for this dog

 

I'll write the note,

but it stays in the dash

in due time,

 

due time.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/19/2021

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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MCS
Jacob, we are all running on fumes.
Well done my gifted friend.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

thank you, Mary,
j.
Its like Im watching the gas gauge go down and passing all the small towns waiting for a better price in the next one. But what happens if I don't make it to the next one. Adventure or unnecessary anxiety. Brother. Awesome as always.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

Lots of walking....thank you for your kind words and the smile, Crowley.
j.
Yep. I am certainly writing very much less than I did years ago. And I switched mostly to essays rather than poetry. Years ago I had so much to say and the poetry poured out. But now I think I've said most of the things I had pent up in my being, and I said them in the way I wanted to say them, as I generally rewrite my pieces 50 to 100 times or more before I stop changing them. Now I need an inspiration to write something. And this still happens, but it is a lot different than having so much internally stored and waiting for release. So I understand this poem very well. And it's very true.

My very best regards,

Rick

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for expressing how you related to this piece, Rick,
appreciate your visit and words.. read more
I crashed and burned man! Just when I was getting used to multitasking of using both fett, hands and eyes at the same time.
Okay, 60 on the motorway isn't the ideal time to be inspired and reach for notepad and pen, but in my defence I was just so shocked that the muse spoke to me after such a long absence 😊

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I think there is a service station just up ahead, Lorry. Or, perhaps it is a rest stop with some poe.. read more
Apropos running out of fuel, I have always found that when I feel obliged to write, I don't bother, as it feels rather like having lunch at precisely the same time every day, regardless of whether I'm hungry; an entirely unfulfilling exercise.

The cafe is a good place to visit when inspiration is at a low ebb, though I confess, I am equally as inclined to keep company with the English romantics; and like you jacob, I still have some driving to do. :))

Beccy.



Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

lots of driving, Beccy...and I will be happy to be a passenger of yours.
Yes, for me, the mus.. read more
I believe that the note on the dash will one day be used to refuel the poet for the long journey of words that lie ahead. Another brilliant piece of writing here.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Rico,
j.
And right kind of fueling is also needed to avoid the jerk and lurch! Great right...

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Sima,
j.
I took the exits and always wound up putting the car in reverse. haha

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

You are too funny...thanks for the smile, Relic,
j.
The speedo has racked up more miles than we like to count ... the engine needs a valve job and the brake calipers are locking up ... let's slow down a mite ... take our time ... there's a rest stop ahead but we haven't reached our final destination.
Not yet my friend ... not yet.

A bit of an overhaul and once more you're a bitchin' ride.

I know whereof you speak ... sometimes the tank nears empty and the Muse is still in the restroom.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Yes, and then we are knocking on the door to that restroom..."Hey, are you almost done in there? I .. read more
I really enjoyed this poem, I like how you use fuel and car the two important things, and also poems like this are necessary cause a lot of people feel the same, very relatable, very good keep doing poems like this.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Andre,
j.

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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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