Words Turned Gray

Words Turned Gray

my poems are losing their balance

falling down the stairs

of intellection

just simple cries

from the crib, not

of predilection

but inclination

to squander their worth

a head full of tumbling words

lands at the bottom

of his lines

the ending adjacent

to his fouled purpose

which actually

never existed.

erin-cilberto

2/7/26

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Your writing displays such a love of language. I guess I got lost there.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I do love language and the power of it.
Thanks Michael,
j.

[Desert Knave]

"Fouled purpose" which never did exist. Strong, strong finish. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jim,
j.

[Thomas W Case]

These lines tumble like whiskey down a cracked floor—gritty, unflinching, real.
You let the chaos speak, and it hits where the mind usually hides.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Thomas.

[Curly Grace]

This is beautifully introspective, Jacob. You capture that feeling of creative unraveling with such honesty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I've done enough unraveling lately to fill jars of it like preserves.
Thank you for your supportive reviews, Curly.
j.

[Curly Grace]

You're most very welcome, my dear friend, Jacob. Hope all is well.

[Vol]

Jacob,
Sounds like quiet desperation... Ha! I look around at the wild mess we humans have made of things, and the only sanity I can find is right here while I sit and wonder what to write next, which words to use here at the bottom of things. I get it man!
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Ha, thanks for getting me, Vol.
I am strange.
j.

[Rosie E C…]

This is surprisingly neat.

A strong start, this is very inviting towards the reader.

A bit thought-provoking towards the end.

This really captures the present moment in time. The mood, the feel, the vibes. Not to be forgotten too soon.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Rosie.
These kinds of comments are so appreciated, coming from a poet, whose work I already admire very much.
j.

[Rosie E C…]

Aww, that’s sweet.

Very touching. I admire your poetry as well.