Poem...or not

Poem...or not

 

 

the words scarce

bereft of color

 

the poet's winter

hard upon

 

there is no significance

to what he writes

 

just a profound sadness

hiding in candid sight.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/1/2020

Reviews

[duff]

Optics bored and scrounging for a change of scenery. Something different. Anything to stimulate tired eyes.
Nice Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like this take, thank you, duff,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I reckon the poet has lost his appetite for words and who can blame him with the unsavoury politics leaving a bad taste in the mouth. Brevity which Sat's so much. So well done Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[Tania Mo]

Like a great owl in night flight.A woodpecker in rain. A coyote with burning eyes in the dark.A poet doesnt know his beauty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your review is better poetry than the poem itself is.
thank you, Tania,
j.

[Tania Mo]

Aww welcome :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow Jacob, you have captured in so few words the sadness of the forlorn writer who feels they are empty and bereft of meaning. However even in doing so, you yourself add to the art of short form poetry and the use of metaphors.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.

[AJNJ]

Poem or not...he writes to bleed his sadness...offload some of it onto the paper...
Loved the subtle rhyming in this gem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, AJNJ...
j.