destination's umbilical

destination's umbilical

a windward, wayward, westward traveler

the poet lays a foundation

he or she drags along the trail

the weight of words

and waiting for words

into sonnets

out of haiku

poems colored Blue

the trip, a pragmatic journey

from birth to girth

to worth

death writes the final line

a poet recites, incites

invites

etymology, empathy

camaraderie 

friends of the pen

unite to fight

complacency

never contrite

they write on

and on

and...

erin-cilberto

4/28/25

Reviews

[Lorry]

And then when the mythical one appears, do we set our pens down and enjoy our retirement?
No, we think that if we finally reached writings pinnacle once, then how could we dare to think of ending it, just I'm case it's the start of a long overdue roll!
😃

[Soren]

I love the opening that speaks to me of fishing and poetry is fishing for that bite of a reader who takes the bait and runs with it. Some spit it out and most ignore it but every once in a while comes a bite and a fish is landed. Haiku to sonnet and from there where epic poem? Oh yes the cycle of life for a poem the same as us many die prematurely and some linger in the whispers of progeny poorly remembered but in bits and pieces. Diversity is the key to poetry just as it is to emotions a balance is needed. And write on I do it is my daily therapy for almost a year now a daily poem. A lovley write Jacob