the turning away

the turning away

 

 

riff-raff poetry

begging handouts

a couple bucks of rhyme

to stem the tide

of "abab" starvation

 

a few quarters worth 

of ancient Frost

a sliver of Browning

and where did it go?

 

to the bottle,

rather than the page

a vacant alley

stripped of meter

 

I put the words back in my pocket

and moved on.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/13/22

Reviews

[Andrew John]

We love what rhyme can do, though. Thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we do...thank you, Andrew,
j.

[JE Falcon]

Ah, such meanings in meanings, and easily seen, thanks. --- You might find "The Fountain in the Park" a more generous place. I hear that there are more giving souls, with songs in their hearts, strolling there. As for me, I shall find a secluded park bench, and with stars for a blanket, I shall dream of that Kingdom by the sea and Annabel Lee. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Play misty for me....oh, the Annabel Lee reference...
thank you, JE,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Amazing write Jacob
I’m sure his pockets are full of words
There is a movie I watched set in australia of a lady that recited poetry for coins I cannot recall it but when it comes I’ll tell you. A true story too
Love the ending how he walks away with a pocket of words enjoyed this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Julie,
j.

[Unspoken poet]

Hmm Frost and Browning, love that line, this is wonderful Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, and your message,
j.

[M. J. Smith]

A year or two ago, I read an article about poets who type custom poems for money on city street corners. Somehow, this poem makes me think of that. Nicely done, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, M.J...
j.