flakes in an anthology

flakes in an anthology

the poetry people

odd crowd

faces diminished in thought

crowns of frowns

serious fingers

move sensually

over alphabet soup

crazy as crackers

words appear in groups

the poetry people

odd crowd

don't get too close

you might catch the inspiration

then ask for a bowl of letters

for your own sating

for your own dating

of verses scribed

of love and heartbreak imbibed

then described

the poetry people

odd crowd

assembles

reciting loud

death to the silent

the soup's cold 

as a winter's cloud.

erin-cilberto

12/18/2020

Reviews

[LazerRays]

I got an image of a poet looking for inspiration in a bowl of alphabet soup from this one. Whether that was your message I don’t know. But it was a pleasure to read, as it’s a curious image to ponder.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Saree, and my intended message was whatever you got from the poem.
j.

[Patricia]

You know, I spend my evenings when everyone is sleeping reading poetry out loud of the greats, old writing of long dead poets, they’re great company but sometimes they break my heart with their words as I read them out loud but they never disappoint. I think about who they are writing about and how that love gave paper breath. You do that very well j. And I love to read yours out loud too

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for those very kind words, Pat,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Another favourite J. Yes the poetry world is a twilight zone but such life lies within. When you mentioned odd crowd I thought of that narrative song or verse called What’s he doing in there. Can’t think who said it at the moment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I can't think of who said it either...andrew, but I appreciate your words,
thank you,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Tom Waits, spooky poetry but excellently done, What’s he doing in there.

[John the Baptist]

Ezra Pound? Dylan Thomas? John Berryman? Allen Ginsberg? How can you call that an odd crowd?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Because I love all of them, and I am odd!
Don't forget Robert Creeley, Sylvia Plath, David Ignatow and Lawrence Ferlinghetti....
j,

[Tomás Ó C..]

"Dont get to close, you might catch the inspiration..."

A bit late, in my case!!!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And having read much of your work, Tomas, i think we are lucky you did catch it.
thank you,read moreAnd having read much of your work, Tomas, i think we are lucky you did catch it.
thank you,
j.

[Gee]

Odd indeed. I often wonder as to folks circumstances and if they come here through boredom, loneliness, perhaps a need, desire to write be it to get things off their chest or a chance to create.
Few know I write( try to) even fewer read my words, mainly because I still lack the confidence of you proper writers :))
Hope you are well Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You have no reason to lack any confidence, Gee...You are a writer among writers...just as much as any other one of us.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Birds of a feather flock together. That is us, poetry people. It was a long time before I dared to tell other people in the outside world that I wrote poetry. Really like this poem Jacob. I don't mind being a flake in a bowl of nutty poets.. My favourite breakfast.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, they look at us differently don't they? Oh, you are one of them, eh?
Do you hear voices, too?
thanks, Chris,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

That will be a nutty crunch flake Jacob, I have bite, I will admit to that, but in no way a snowflake:)

[Stella Armour]

But us poetry flakes do band together well, perhaps just because the outsiders know that really we are unworldly, and they are a teenie bit wary of our group madness lol..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, unworldly....Inspiration doesn't come from having material things or wealth..it comes from the poor heart...
thank you, Stella,
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Poets do seem to be an odd lot, don't we? Maybe that's why we don't broadcast our proclivities to those who don't rhyme. They'd look at us as though we had two heads ... like somehow we are outside the norm ... and I guess we are, but better to write than not ... in fact I think for most of us we have little choice in the matter.
Words spill out ... sometimes like water from a tap and other times drawn out like pulling a cork from a bottle (now there's another wine reference) for some it seems effortless and yet we still work at perfection seldom reached.

You sir are a poet and I suspect somewhat odd ... but then, it is a defined group of addicts to which you belong.
My name is Ted and I'm a poet.

Well done Jacob, well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Even as a poet, I often have people peruse my books at book signings and ask..."so do you write novels?"
or "So when are you going to write a novel?" As if
poetry is just a start...maybe like kindergarten is a stepping stone to grade school...like, when are you going to write something serious..yep yep...
And yes, your name is Ted, and You are a poet...
Just think you probably have your how many year coin?

[Ted Kniffen]

If I remember correctly I wrote a poem for my dad & uncle when I was 10, so that coin would read 64 now.

[barleygirl]

This is one of the best poems I've read about the poetry people. Such inventive ways to say each thing . . . nicely balanced attitude - slightly making fun of, & also understanding. Love: "over alphabet soup crazy as crackers" . . . "don't get too close you might catch the inspiration then ask for a bowl of letters" (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

are we a poetry people?
Well I know you certainly are. You are a genius with limericks, lyrics, rhyming fun...you and bunny just blow me away with how talented you both are.
j.

[barleygirl]

Thank you, luv, & here's wishing you & your loved ones the best of health, joy & maybe even a little togetherness over the holidays!