Screams from the Nativity---

Screams from the Nativity...

crumbs

in apostrophe,

not the dead

but the contractions

as baby poems

emerge from a once silent womb

now pieces of a child

put together by a storm

raging words,

a napping heart aroused

emergence from a once silent womb

possession of a son

the prodigal verse

leaves home

lost grip on the pen of parenting

emergence from a once silent womb

crumbs 

in cursive

elegantly formed letters

the prodigal verse returns

in raging words

did we fail?

erin-cilberto

1/20/22

Reviews

[Shelley Warner]

The prodigal verse, bits and pieces being birthed. Sometimes, that's how our writing comes together.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ain't it just so?
Thank you for understanding, Shelley,
j.

[DIVYA]

The course one's poetry takes seems so akin to birth, adolescence and adulthood. The emergence from the womb, the leaving home and the return to nativity. The screams always pull one back. Great imagery in this poem. 👏

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you again for your kind review, DIVYA,
j.

[M. J. Smith]

If we write first for ourselves and can share some word that somehow encourages others or leaves the world a better place then we found it, then we will never fail. True failure is when we do not try. Then we have not only failed the world, we have failed ourselves.
Our writings are like our children. It can be difficult to send them into the cold, cruel world. but when we can step back and watch as they take on lives of their own, that is the moment when we can say to ourselves, "Well done, Poet!"
We mourn for the ones that aren't well received, grieving that something important has been lost. but then, we try again.
"Never give up! Never surrender!" - Tim Allan, Galaxy Quest.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, we do mourn for those not well-received...we do.
thank you for your words, M.J.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

who are we writing for? our peers? our children? I don't think it matters, as we write to inspire in others, whomever that may be. Our writing gives birth to new ideas that others may glean as magnificent or not. We write to nourish those who read our poems, in romance, anger, folly, mystery, politics, etc. I love your metaphors, used so imaginatively.
Best B.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Betty,
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I have always been one to contend that the work we share with the world as writers are like children to us. We give them life and wisdom. Fatten them up with emotion, make them stronger in verse. Send them out into the world to make a home in the heart of a reader who finds relevance in them. Because in doing so a piece of us gains a sliver of immortality by the children we have raised to pass on our message to every compassionate and thoughtful soul who braves to dream like we do.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a sliver of immortality...a will in poems.
thank you for your insights, Carlos,
j.

[Lisasview]

Oh so clever so so clever Jacob..
I adore the metaphors..(hey, a slight rhyme..ha ha)
Anyway, I always like what I read of yours..
They always make me think..and as I always say..
I like to think..
Lisa

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lisa,
j.