It's the Blessed Game we Play

It's the Blessed Game we Play

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


It's the Blessed Game we Play

 

 

when poets touch

there is breath

a width of meaning

a length of suffering shared

mingling heartbeats

from empathetic pens

sympathetic pens

maybe pathetic pens

 

that understand the meaning

of what has none

 

because 

when poets touch

 

no words need to be expressed

even when they are

 

we are the dimensions of each other's subconscious

measured in lines that connect

like letters on a scrabble board

 

triple-word scores

matching all the senses

so eloquently.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/13/2021

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Is there anything so sad as a poet in a roomful of non-readers. I know comprehension is not an attribute that everyone possesses, so maybe poets are possessed ... maybe the Muse is a sad little ghost drifting near the ceiling wondering if her efforts are in vain.
I think poets are like honeybees and thrive on the collective mind ... or maybe we're just aliens ... more like Alf than the monster Sigourney had to take down.
Whatever the reason, I 'get' poetry and maybe poetry 'gets' me.

I see a bit of poetic introspection lately ... good to get it all out before your poetic license is revoked.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

I think most poets have that personality of Alf, but maybe the tenacious, biting poetry of the Alien.. read more
This is touching & so true. It takes a poet to really get a poet. You've expressed all the ways such serendipity feels so satisfying. I appreciate the masses for reading me, despite not understanding a big portion of what I'm about, but nothing feels as good as knowing the other person really gets it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

and sometimes we even get ourselves, don't we?

thank you for reading me, my friend.read more
Dagnabbit! I've been writing for 26 years trying to find the perfect way of saying what you just expressed so effortlessly. Is it funny or ironic that the "No words need be expressed, even when they are" line is the one I've been searching for half my life? 😊

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Lorry...but you seem to have no problem at all with expression---your.. read more
Lorry

4 Weeks Ago

It makes a change from me challenging people's brains with what comes out my mouth, but is kind of y.. read more
Such an awesome piece. I couldn't say anything more authentic about it as the others have said it all. It's really awesome

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, Isimbabi.
j.
I believe you are right and sadly there are not enough poets, how different might the world be? Even at our beginnings we reach out and connect our senses and essence. What a wonderful piece of poetry j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Yes, not enough poets...no money in it.
Thank you for being an excellent and kind poet...you .. read more
I think I loved this one the most, Jacob! I have to say, out of all the wonderful poems you write, this one has to be one of your best. Poets are nothing without other poets, we need each other. :)

100000/100 if I could, I loved this poem.

Nix ❤️

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Nix.
j.
The subconscious, the spiritual, a plane of shared suffering of souls. Sun or rain, I am glad to be here, sharing poetry with you.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, AJNJ...likewise.
j.
So true, how words and emotions can touch each other's lives. Even without so much of words our subconscious can relate to another. So very poetic living....

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your words, Sima,
j.
Yes, suffering shared. All have pain, poets especially so. Without the suffering, would the words be there at all?

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

if we were all happy all the time, our pages would be blank.
thank you, John,
j.
Width of meaning ,
length of suffering ,
mingling heartbeat ,
Takes me to the time when I wrote 'Alone' 'Name-A rough sketch' 'Why should I'
Emotions are spilling off this poem... And I loved this. We are the dimensions of each others subconscious...
Is also great and my fav line....
Lots of love .
-AJ

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your kind words, AJ...
j.

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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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