creeping in keeping with a poem

creeping in keeping with a poem

 

 

 

my poems come from the outside

window dressing

displays

heart long gone

this bard's hard love life leaking

 

the oil

of embroilment

scratching the surface of deeply laden sentiment

I really don't care to go there

I have squandered enough syllables

 

Now, I just write advertisement

on the billboard of rejections

and directions

on how to get to the heart

as I take a side-road

 

and slither slowly away from mine.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/20/2025

Reviews

[FlatDaddy]

Oh, Poppa J, you've been staring in my mirror again, haven't you? Didn't I tell you that it's no toy? It seems the season has affected you, too. I know it's a hard knock life, but there is still a lot of good left in it, with many of your peers left in YOUR dust, and friends waiting for your next words of wisdom and beauty. Don't throw your syllables at MY mirror, J. Reflect on your own. Only one thing left to say, which I hate to do: good write.
FD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I hope my syllables didn't crack your mirror....
Thanks FD.
j.

[BuzzyB]

From players, we become onlookers. Life pulls us out of the game and to the sides. But hey, life is still worth living to the fullest with poetry. Especially, your kind.

the oil
of embroilment

Great word play. Loved it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thanks, Bee,
This one didn't seem to suit too many...I appreciate the words.
j.

[BuzzyB]

A pleasure all mine. :)

[Relic]

Bitterness makes its decisions and there's no talking to it or changing its mind. I guess we all have room for it inside. It sits next to anger and escape is above it on a shelf.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nice to get a comment on this piece...Maybe I should scrap this piece if I know what's good for me..
j.

[Relic]

I've scrapped many. People have left and I'm not getting anything compared to you or Chris. I may stick to doing reviews from now on with an occasional poem now and then.