an Underwood Romance

an Underwood Romance

 

 

words i type

make my fingers blush

with discomfiture 

 

witness to perplexity

love a deep marsh

of incontinence

 

the poems wade

into pools of discontent

the keys drown

 

innocent victims 

of the storm of thoughts

she caused with her rain

 

soon i disappear

into a darkness

holding my breath

 

until she leaves

my fingers regain their sanity

and i die somewhere

 

between the lines

of crazy 

and love.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/24/25

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

A crazy little thing called love. It's funny without love there would be no attraction. However being in love does create a euphoria whereby we would do things a little crazy, the lengths we go too and then like a storm some sought of normality returns. A great read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, andrew.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

As if ' between a rock and a hard place,' the poet evaluates what had transpired in his love journey.
I'm glad he is still standing after the battle of wills.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Sami.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob.

[Chris Shaw]

Crazy, crazy love. I think many have been there, driven almost mad by emotions they have no control over. What a blessing when the crazy eventually goes and sanity returns. How strange love can be. There’s quite few negative words in this one j, mucho rain.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have an extra umbrella...thank you, Chris.
j.

[Vol]

Jacob,
Love... man, what else can you say... it is always a trip into a far country with unexpected delights and dangers at every step... Keats described it (her) best...
"I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild....

And we know what happened to every paramour...
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Only Keats could give us this description...thank you, Vol.
j.

[Vol]

I know, right? In my pantheon of Ten Best, He's at the top...

[Coyote Poetry]

We sure do Jacob.
(between the lines
of crazy
and love.)
I believe love was create to make us loco. Hello from Michigan and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Coyote...
j.

[Soren]

Don't we all die there between crazy and love? Love is crazy it has no explanation. Crazy sometimes does have love that is not recognized. Love is a storm and its rain is a marsh that mires down everything else. Some say it opens the poets eyes I say it can blind as well and mire down poems in a mush that one can not escape easily. A most thoughtful and lovely poem that leaves one thinking if love is crazy maybe that is not all that bad.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have not found it all that bad...thank you for your insights, Soren.
j.

[Buddhistboy73]

An interesting and emotional write here with some great imagery..:)

innocent victims
of the storm of thoughts
she caused with her rain

like a mini-movie sharing the writer's thoughts and emotions...

And I think the ending sums it up....somewhere between madness and desire for another...!

BB73

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, BB73.