Bannister

Bannister

 

 

 

words    

 

 

              step down

 

                                   reluctantly

 

 

tiers of syllabic fortress

 

a retreat of ideas

 

                                   poets invade

 

words  

 

 

 

              raise the white flag of surrender

                         a pen captures

 

 

a poem in uniform

is uniform

 

                                 the brig beholds a bare bone feeling

 

                                 the words die in a flurry of inspiration

 

there is love in death

and the feeling is mutual...

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/20/22

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Lay me down in Green Pastures where Geese fly over and sounds of Nature keep me in Peaceful Rapture… tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, dear Pat,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

That is quite some ending that's for sure. Well worth taking the staircase and holding on to the bannister to get there J. Something different from your muse.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Chris,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I wonder what Dickinson would say about the layout? I bet she would approve. This is the modern poem, visual as well as sonic. It is quite interesting to sense the movement.
Thanks for posting this one.
W.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

If Emily approved, I would be honored...she is by far my favorite. Thank you, Winston,
j.

[redzone]

everyone, hold on to that bannister, Jacob is taking you down into a metaphoric landd where words rule and you are captured by rebel poems.... I love the form this poem takes, descends the steps onto platforms and then deeper still until those last two lines... and I love those lines... "there is love in death/and the feeling is mutual".... it reminds me of that scene in Hamlet, where he holds up the skull and says, "Horatio, I knew him well..." "to be or not to be, that is the question..." a unity of opposites that epitomizes in words the idea of love and death.... it's a concept / question that has haunted humans since we became conscious of our being....

anyway Jacob, this is where your poem took me as I walked down those steps... probably far from your intent, but then your poetry often leads me to wander and wonder inside them and makes me happy to have read them....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the rest is silence"
thank you for your kind review, Curt,
j.