epitaph

epitaph

 

 

for the poet,

are the words buried treasure

 

or 

are we buried

and then our words treasured

 

i treasure the ability

to write

acclaim notwithstanding

 

line my coffin with old typewriters

i promise

i will use all of my fingers.

 

 

erin-cilberto

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Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Being a poet isn't about the body that goes in the coffin. It's about the body of work left behind. Our oeuvre will speak as a cohesive body long after our physical bodies are dust and ash. We may fade to insignificance and be rediscovered like John Donne. "Death be not proud."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What a wonderful novel that is.
thank you for your insights, Fabian,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh yes, a novel did borrow that line from Donne's poem. I remember reading it many years ago, about the boy with a brain tumor. It was a sad but inspiring read. I hadn't thought of it until you mentioned it. I'm currently reading James Clavell's "Shogun". I saw the television mini-series in the early eighties but the novel is even better. The writing is exemplary.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Brilliantly poignant and spoken as a true master of the quill ...!

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you definitely made me blush...thank you, Marve,
j.

[Fran Marie]

As poets we keep writing
until the end hopefully being
read even if posthumously
by our close family members
I'm leaving my poetry writes
rights to my grandsons who
will compile them; i just hope
they don't burn them.. lol
nice work Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe it would be good to publish a book now, Fran...it would be a keepsake, an heirloom, something that definitely would leave the poetic mark you have made with your writings.
Writings that dare not be burned, ever.
j.

[Fran Marie]

Perhaps and thank you
dear poet..🌷

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, writing is its own reward. It makes me highly satisfied when I write something that seems good to me. Acclaim is something reserved for a relative few, posthumous acclaim for even fewer. Booth Tarkington won two Pulitzers in his lifetime, but few remember him now.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wonder if our spirits, after we shuffle this mortal coil, will be able to see if our work is remembered.
thank you, John,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Wow wow wow
This is brilliant
I can hear the tap tap tap
Brilliant!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Julie...very kind words,
j.

[Relic]

As poets or poet-wanna-be's we're fortunate that we can express ourselves or create with words. Your words have always been treasured to me and I'm sure everyone else that reads you. Just make sure they put extra ribbons in the coffin with you. 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Relic,
j.

[Shannon]

Nah, we’re buried, and then the words are treasured; and that’s probably a good thing. There are already enough grifters about.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, there are...thank you, Shannon,
j.

[Andrew John]

Ah, yes! Words! I love what you're doing here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Andrew,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Interesting thoughts J. Maybe both. I am buried daily in my words, looking for something new to say. A compulsion with me. However maybe after we are gone our words will live on. I hope my words will be treasure for my kin. Your third stanza brought a smile to me.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I surely hope they will last past us...thank you, Chris,
j.

[supernova_thoughts]

Think it's unusual how some dont get recognized when others get that fast. But I think that's how it is and will be. I wish all the talents, ready to be recognized, be seen and accepted. But oh well, I just wish for some peace.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Me too, on the peace thingy, supernova...me too.
j.