wool gathering

wool gathering

 

 

i tiptoe through a late-night

snack of poetry

a stack of words

 

morsels of madness

the Poe-side 

of ravenous writing

 

the clock strikes two

i am discovered

the book closes 

 

i am naked in intent

sated in content

and finally usurp sleep

 

as i sneak

under the cover

like a dark rose pressed between pages.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/13/25

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I envisage you lost in thought at your most creative time of day. Morsels of madness, as your muse takes over. Ravenous writing until the pages are printed and only then can you contemplate rest.

a dark rose pressed between pages

That sounds to me, very much a description of your muse. She likes to come out late at night and you never know where she is going to lead you. You just follow. The writing process. Fabulous poem j.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Sometimes the middle of the night or early a.m is like that. Thank you, Chris. I think we all follow.
j.

[MCS]

Brilliant writing my friend, we’ve all had morsels of madness now and then. Really enjoyed this one, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Mary. Kindness in your reviews.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A rolling stone gathers no wool. Imagine Mick Jagger looking sheepish. I'm always reading in bed. I read Shogun over a four night stretch and wanted more. I read poetry mostly during the day...I'm always forcing poems on my daughter but she doesn't seem to mind much. Oh, not mine, but Yeats and Shelley and Poe and Coleridge and Dickinson. She makes me listen to modern song lyrics so it's a balanced abuse cycle. (laughing) May the poetry bring you sweet dreams eventually.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

How much does she like Emily? Is she her fav.?

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Yes. She liked Hope is a thing with feathers and A bird came down the walk. Two of her favorites. She liked Thomas Hardy's, Ah, Are you digging on my grave too. We read a bit together every day.

[redzone]

"usurp sleep": I had to think about this for a while Jacob. But it's real, especially for a poet who is constantly surrounded by and eaten by all the words that attack every waking moment. They are relentless and move with stealth and just when you think they are gone, WHAM!! And how often even after a hostile takeover of sleep, do they follow you down into your dreams!? Oh boy, that's where the real fun begins. And in Poe like fashion, you can hear that Tell Tale Heart and the Raven cawing!!!!

Cool poem Jacob!!!
-Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like your segment on poetry and what it can and does do. Thank you, Curt.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, I just love this one! "Morsels of madness" are often late night snacks for a poet. It's been a while since I've read your words on WC. Now I remember why I keep coming back. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Brilliant one of your very best Jacob
Loved the last line !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Julie.
j.