Sprint

Sprint

 

 

able bodied,

fractured mind

love sifts through the sieve of life

i can still run with diligence

 

i just choose to be irresponsible.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/14/2020

Reviews

[Laz K.]

I've read a few of your newest short poems. I won't comment on how they say much with few words, as others have already noted that. What they made me think of is that one of the tasks of poetry and the poet is to name things - or rather internal processes, feelings that often remain unnamed, lurking just below the threshold of awareness. Once they are named, they might be studied, observed, and understood. Your poems do just that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your comments mean so much to me, Laz...things I do hope to achieve with my poems...I keep at the task, daily.
j.

[olla]

chuckling.. I am never disappointed when I come to visit your page.. I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas.. and I find you riding a carousel pony scooping up popcorn and laughing at the wind..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for that kind comment, and Merry Christmas back at ya, olla,
nice to see you around again,
j.

[olla]

thank you Jacob.. it's been a.. year.. I've been in and out..just mostly didn't have a lot to say that I could actually post.. I'm not sure I could have survived without the cafe to keep me sorta' steady..

[Pete]

this very much reminds me of what thoreau wrote, “all good things are wild and free.” and "Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder." there is order in chaos and the unexpected. it doesn't take many words to say a lot. after all, rules were made to be broken.

liked the fractured mind and sieve ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I was at tennis a few weeks ago, and it was my turn to sit out of the doubles...
as I sat, suddenly a butterfly lit right on my shoulder...so Thoreau is definitely right.
Thank you for your words, Pete,
j.

[Light and ashes]

You are amazing....the way you write so profoundly with such ease.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dreamer,
j.

[.]

Choosing that way of life is quite fun... Isn't it? Why should we always follow the rules.... And sometimes irresponsibility gives abundance of possibility

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have always lived outside the lines and outside the box...
but have managed, barely but managed.

Thank you, Dreamer.
j.

[barleygirl]

My fractured body & able mind sifts thru what pours forth (so much structured meaningful poetry on these cafe pages) . . . how can I resist being irresponsible? (throwing down funny rhyming rubbish with an abundance of adverbs & adjectives to snap serious blokes from their stuffy propriety). In short, I sprint toward irrelevance (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

then we shall sprint together. Oh damn, I just tripped...hold up a second would ya?
thank you, my friend,
j.