Felon

Felon

 

 

 

exhume the body of writing

maybe a clue was missed

in the metaphors

or the follicle of a line

could be witness

to the poemicide 

why it was whited out

 

an erased memory

is a bleak witness

a misfortunate blank page

of not seeing meaning

unreliable interpretation

either way,

the poem is dead

 

suicide or killed by the poet himself

exhumation, autopsy

abstract scars

ink marks on the arms of logic

posed by what the poem stood for

 

Capital punishment

begins each line in each stanza

and alliteration stands in line

to be sworn in as jurors

the trial persists

a crime committed

 

a poem written

and then left for dead

I am sure it wanted to be heard

and didn't take its own life

 

but then I am just a poet

who has probably killed

many of my own,

as amnesia

has now blinded my motives

and left me under arrest.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/6/22

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Usually your poetry requires much digestion. Multiple chews of discernation. But this was so straightforward in its metaphors. I love it! Particularly the follicle of a line. Words lay on the white page like little black hairs dislodged by churning our eyes in disbelief at what we can't seem to write. The dead cells from our heads scratched in frustration fall to the page crossing the T's and dot the I's .

I noticed you disappeared there for a minute. Hopefully just a momentary lapse of reason. (Not my favorite album by them). Seems like this poem might relate to that? Glad you came back!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your review and for your kind words...just have to take breaks every so often, life gets busy with teaching and other things.
j.

[AMMD]

I think style is a funny thing. Subjective and the take on it quite telling. Interesting write my friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very subjective...thank you, AMMD.
j.

[AMMD]

Perhaps but well intioned and good morning J. Very nice use of literary devices throughput your poem

[AMMD]

Apparently can't get out 'intentioned' without first having coffee :)

[M. J. Smith]

And yet... how many just refused to turn out as we intend them? Such unruly children! begging to be strangled. :) LOL! Ah well, the muse will go her own way...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, M.J.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

It was a drive by chronicle set to rhyme

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, thanks for the smile, Cherrie,
j.