When I was around 12 or something

When I was around 12 or something

 

 

 

I was a great writer once

in grade school, 

 

I could cursively attend

to my A, B, C's

with perfect penmanship

 

could even coagulate them

to form words

maybe even simple poems

 

as was their habit

the nuns prayed over me

hoping I would do something

with my inherent talent

 

I grew up and made it big

in adolescence

splashing curses on tenement walls

with perfect penmanship

 

I was a great writer once

in grade school

 

fluent on NY walls

I wrote three- to-five word essays

on brick parchment

hoping to make a difference

 

the paint's dried

my life is old now

those nuns are all gone

 

maybe my walls would have made them proud

maybe I could shout out loud

with perfect penmanship

 

habits die hard

writing dies more easily

with whitewashed walls

 

whitewashed brain

and just a small breadth

left

of that great writer.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/27/2020

Reviews

[Lorry]

Well firstly, I admit that it's only in the earliest of hours in the first day, but this is the best title of the year by a mile! 😊 It drew me in straight away, making me wonder if the "or something" part referred to indifference or the fog of time....
And then I read your words and dagnabbit! You go and be the best poemator everly too!
So much double good in this. I was nodding along agreeing with it all and thinking it was familiar to my journey, apart from the nuns and talent, the cursive curses, for legal reasons I refuse to admit to, but you know I did! 😊
I doubt anything you wrote was ever simple Jacob, even as a beginner, just a small breath left of that great writer???? &? Bullshit, Mister! 😄
Ps.. I quite liked this one Jacob, just in case I wasn't clear. 😉

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are too funny...yes, Fear the nuns, and their habit of rulering our knuckles...
thank you for your kind words, Lorry.
Sometimes I do think it is all bullshit and just want to burn all of it...
but i suppose we ARE our own worst critics.
j.