the Creature

the Creature

 

 

 

let's converse on love

for a change

some diversity of heart

 

of art

that has been stifled by madness

writing into a frenzy of incited thoughts

 

imagination

out of control

murdering smiles

for miles of malicious wandering

 

let's converse on love

or did we forget that sweet little noun

with the proper meaning

even in its lower case

 

I love you in another time

the one before this 

when it stood still

and you stood still

and I kissed you into midnight madness

the good kind

 

let's converse on love

what do you say?

 

again you leave me bleeding

scars in a hope chest

 

my art sealed in my brain

I can no longer let it loose

 

the torches are coming for me

the skin of my muse

seared

into arears

 

I've gotten carried away again

I am sorry I have 

inserted an amoral intellect

into my creation.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/9/2021

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This poem feels like me lately. I keep trying to conjure up a romantic wellspring so I can do some Valentines Day writing, but I keep veering off into more jagged rocky territory. Your poem has that sinewave trajectory, trying to talk about love, but then devolving into other teeth-jarring chatter, rise & dip, rise & dip (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, love poetry is evasive for me....it slips out every so often...but usually
hides.
thank you, Margie.
j.

[Kaylor Mason]

Love is a strange, mysterious force. It has driven the destinies of nations and empires, in some cases. I really like the prose of this piece; sometimes simplicity is the greatest form of beauty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kaylor,
j.

[Alisa Js]

Thank you for sharing this thought provoking piece... there is certainly more to love than the emotion itself... I think many forget or never knew in the first place.. not having stellar role models that demonstrate love is actually a verb....

... combined with commitment, faith, compassion, empathy .. I could go on and on...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing your thoughts on this piece, Alisa,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

“I kissed you into Moonlight Madness... “.
where feathers became Heather and the scent
of lavender fields became forever entwined in
melancholy musical moments... truly touching, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Pat,
j.

[h d e rushin]

Love is > than the cancel culture of selective forgetfulness. People would much rather march than muse; and would much rather recite the second amendment than "Ariel' or "I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing". Because in that poem, Whitman had to go someplace to gather 'inspiration' to write it. But 'muse' is a dervish that we poets believe to have supernatural powers. and love is far too precious an emotion to waste on the seditious mob. I hear you brother, and I agree. dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think I will take "Ariel"---
thank you again, dana, for your always insightful reviews which help me to learn more about myself and why I write.
j.

[Just Kim]

Love this, there's a lot of different emotions I get reading this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kim,
j.

[Just Kim]

not a problem, I hope you have a great afternoon

[.]

So many things are there while talking about love, some memory soothes , some left abraded scar... But still it is so enticing one can not ignore. And the flower or the fire both are the result of that heart's creation...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, they are....thank you, Sima,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

The conversation above love. Never know where the conversation shall end Jacob.
"again you leave me bleeding
scars in a hope chest"
The above lines. I have create and known. I tell people, in love. No second chances. We had danced too long and we are not brave no-more. Outstanding poetry shared my friend.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we quit being brave for sure...thank you, Coyote.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

love ... the muse ... the madness hmmmmmm ;)
"I am sorry I have
inserted an amoral intellect
into my creation." I think our Creator must say the same.
"murdering smiles
for miles of malicious wandering" .. a wanderer will see many things ... from upper to lower case;) easy to become jaded in this worldly a(no)moral place .. and suffer imaginings out of control
"my art sealed in my brain
I can no longer let it loose" wow! devastating for artists ... for me these lines are most powerful ... it just kills me sir.
title is a solid hook for me .. the rawness is salting me own old wounds ... i really like the invitation to sit down and talk about love .. its a direct intention to the reader but also to that past love or loves .. who have remained in memory to haunt, taunt and terrify ... first read this morning .. i am up at just passed midnight .. waking as i do with a whirlwind of thoughts, imaginings and prayer .. i get up to stop the maelstrom .. and am greeted with this deep, emotive, common tongued poem ... it gives me a kick start my friend .. we have a super bright full moon giving a pearl glow to the forest floor through thick fog and mist this morning. Beauregard got up and took me out to oversee his business i guess .. he's back to bed but I'm afraid that will allude me until mid afternoon when most assuredly i will fall helplessly into a very fine nap. blessing on you my friend ... our vaccine distribution is a little ahead of our schedule so i am on the list because of age ... our first responders, health care workers, teachers and then over 70s basically is how we are doing it here in the sticks. do you ever think covid is the Feds "solution" to doomsday SS and Medicare?
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, maybe covid is that...and I love that name...Beauregard...what kind of pup is he?
Thank you for your extensive review, the sharing and the kind words...i took that walk with you this afternoon...but I turned away when B. was doing his business..isn't polite to stare.
And I have an appointment for March 4 for the shot...
being over 65 but less than a 100.
:)))))

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha .. Beauregard is an English Mastiff .. he's a big boy and very private; usually going into the forest to find "spots' .. away from peering eyes :)))))))) great poem jacob! packed with powerful, emotive scenes in me noodle.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh I would love Beauregard...I love Big dogs so much...they have such class.

[Einstein Noodle]

yeah .. you would .. he's 190 lbs of goof ball and a big baby. he actually sidles up to the couch and just plops his butt down and sits next to me watching tv ... Bella past away a bit over a year ago .. she was a Bull Mastiff so shorter and ontly 130lbs at her peak weight. She was something else, jacob .. so gentle but she was alpha .. but never bully about it... they are all one in a million aren't they. peace brother!

[andrew mitchell]

For anyone who had a heart! For all creatures big or small! We never forget when our nurturing needs are not met and watered with love!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew,
j.