the taciturn robot

the taciturn robot

a thousand sounds in the dead of night

the undead wake to them

and travel into my sleepy reservoir

of patterned dreams

they look like mausoleums 

with crying cornices

I am drowning in depreciation

age sending rust to my spine

walking gets harder when

I rise from slumber

so I think I shall just step

lightly in my dreams

and try to get along

with those hauntingly real

sounds that are

humanly generated.

erin-cilberto

11/4/25

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed the read. Out here in the country it's the night critters that make all the noise, raccoons, possums, owls, skunks (and the latter likes to make his "prescents" known) along with other night birds and smaller rodents. I get wakened in the wee hours sometimes so I've developed a 'might as well pee while I'm awake' mentality about the whole thing. At least the protagonist doesn't wake to, "Danger, Will Robinson!"

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...Lost in Space...sometimes I think I am lost in poetry.
Thank you for your words, Fabian.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

so i think I shall just step
lightly in my dreams

so much nicer than the nightmare of finding yourself rooted to the same place in dreamland being chased by monsters :)

and then I read it again and thought poor rusty old robot, perhaps us humans are the monsters making one hell of a racket

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Perhaps we are, Chris...perhaps we are.
j.

[Soren]

Jacob I love this reversal of roles and take from the other side in this poem. Very creative and amusingly probable. Loved it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Soren.
j.

[Soren]

You are most welcome Jacob