poem 3,491...a candle with no wick

poem 3,491...a candle with no wick

 

 

 

 

I hear rain,

rain,

more rain

I try to write to the beat of the thunder

 

 

12:15

and nothing

 

12:16

almost a thought

 

12:17

I'm nestled under the page

 

makes a better blanket

than a place for my ink

to stain

 

and if the power goes out

I won't even have

illumination in my mind.

 

dark is good sometimes

blank is good sometimes

I am scared.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/31/22

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I can see you considering and composing this poem. In the darkness of the soul and the darkness of nights without sleep but with appropriate weather..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no sleep but the right weather....ha ha, yes, Ken...
ain't that the truth?
thank you,
j.

[Patricia]

Well done, must be some of that unpredictable tornado weather our state is so famous for. Who can write when that is threatening!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but I CAN threaten to write!
thank you, Patricia,
j.

[Fran Marie]

I can feel the flickered flames
of the candle dying out just
the same as if it had a wick
when the pen is out of ink
and the poet is too..nice work

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Fran,
j.

[Redding]

Nice poetry with deep meaning. well done...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Redding,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Wow amazing poetry
I can feel how you feel

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thak you, Julie,
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Powerful work my friend. It speaks on many levels. The rain can be a metaphor of our own insecurities as writers. The fear of losing what drives and inspires us to our art. I feel for many of us who choose to write nothing is more discouragingly impactful towards our production than having block. Writing block is an ailment that can often be comparable to death in a part of us. Often when discussing such a subject I find myself whispering for fear I may inadvertently infect myself with such a vile parasitic malady. Excellent poem J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, comparable to death...absolutely...

thank you for your kind, insightful words.read moreyes, comparable to death...absolutely...

thank you for your kind, insightful words.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

What good is a candle without a wick? You paint a bleak picture here of the poet struggling with both his words and the inclement whether at night, when the power could turn off too. What good is a poet without words I ask myself? We both know the answer.

Great read J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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