a rendering

a rendering

 

 

 

artists/poets

portraits/biographies

enlightenment/illumination

within the lines

without the lines

canvas/verse

paint and ink dry in unison

age turns the artists/poets

gray

in future captions

under photos

in books

about 

artists/poets

 

we paint painters into our memory

we write poets in like fashion

 

contributions from muted voices

stilled hands

grave markers denote

those who connoted

the devoted

artists/poets

of centuries past

and of present

 

maybe future captions

will have our names

or maybe

when the paint and ink dry

 

we will disappear like a block of ice

set out in the sun...

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/23/22

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think Donald Hall once voiced the opinion that we all will be forgotten. That would seem to concur with the last lines of this one. It's really impossible to say. I recall a critic saying "Invictus" was the best known "bad" poem. Well, the critic has been forgotten, but "Invictus" lives on.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and we might live on, at least through our writing.
thank you, John,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Put me in the shade so I don't melt quite so fast. But please, no ice picks.
Nice one, Jacob!

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay, Winston, no ice picks.
thank you, Sir.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You have dedicated your life to poetry. You have taught many, many students and you will be remembered my friend. Your work will be read long after you are gone. I also live in hope that my grandchildren and great grandchildren will read some of Nanny’s scribbles.

we will disappear like a block of ice
set out in the sun

No. no, no . Not so. Wonderful poetry.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yours are much more than scribbles....you write beautiful poetry...and it will sustain long after you have gone on to better pastures...
j.

[lightsong]

You, your creative style and mind... in this they excel. a poetical piece of poetry, and You know not every poem is "poetical".

Fame is not what it matters, but how your words can affect those who You will leave behind, and You know... many are appreciate You, your words and poetry. Live Long Mr. J 🤍

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, lightsong,
j.

[AJNJ]

We'll never know or maybe we will. The uncertainty is troubling sometimes. Reading your poems after a while. Felt great.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, AJ
j.

[DIVYA]

Whether names are immortalized in captions or vanish in thin air, a poet has lived under the sun and done his job with utmost sincerity of the heart. And the universe has felt him and celebrated him. An amazing poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no need for notoriety...although some do feel that need...maybe they sell out because of it.
Thank you, DIVYA,
j.

[DIVYA]

Absolutely, my friend. I'd rather stay true to my purpose. You're welcome always.
Have a wonderful day.

[Robert Trakofler]

Well, all I can say is you left an indelible mark on me over the years! If you really ponder a poem from a "master" you can almost see the ink blots from the previous master that, that... maestro had read, absorbed, and experienced before. When we are lucky and I mean really lucky some of those ink blots come flowing thru our pens too:) will you and I be remembered... who knows but I will wager that one or two of our scrawls will make its way down the lines of poetic posterity perhaps thru one of your pupils my old friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

We hope what we have laid out on the page wont' be discarded too easily, Brother Bunny...
thank you,
j.