An Overedited Copy of the Manuscript

An Overedited Copy of the Manuscript

i am a rewrite

a revision

an author of a life

pages fading

plot thinning

poetry is my faith

a pen is my rosary

i refuse AI

i have to do it on my own

even if the words start running from me

i will forever chase

dreams and themes

and schemes

as they turn into books

a published life

plot thinning

pages fading

soon i will just be a cover

with no insides to market

a rewrite that is blank

a revision that is less

i had able rhymes once

i had fable metaphors more than twice

i sit in an imaginary pew

perusing the statues, the paintings on the walls

pen in hand

fingers intwined in prayer

trying to understand the amens

and why i am holding a poetry book

instead of a missal

forever chasing

dreams, themes and errant schemes.

3/31/26

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

“poetry is my faith
A pen is my rosary”

You can write, my friend. So many great lines; I read and reread, read again. And I relate to your theme.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate you, Michael.

j.

[Lorry]

If you are just a book cover Jacob, then the rest of us must be the out of date ticket stub holding the place of where the last reader gave in to slumber.
Even then, I am only the random number scribbled on the back of that ticket stub that everyone has forgotten its meaning. I mean, 721 is too short for a phone number. Maybe I am a combination to lost millions in a bank vault, but more likely just a wet towel and soggy swimming trunks in a rusted locker at the swimming pool! 😃

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Crap, I just got out of the water and remembered I left my towel in the changing room.
Thanks, Lorry,
j.