27
A Book of Poems
by jacob erin-cilberto
42 Poems ~ 62 pages
Price: $15.00
Publisher: Praying Mantis Press
ISBN: 9798255163625
To Order: Amazon.com
ABOUT THE BOOK:
The cover art chosen by jacob erin-cilberto’s collection, 27 A Book of Poems, itself, hints at what this book is about. The lovely and dramatic autumn scene suggests maturation, ripeness, beauty, even peace. This prolific poet resembles the season. Over time his poems were born, struggled to find their youthful voice, dated various forms, became betrothed to poetry, married the love of his life, and gathered about him a family of words. The early words have now matured. Autumn leaves are falling.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
I have discovered over the course of time that poetry often serves as a source of peace. I sense this source of peace theme throughout erin-cilberto’s latest work. Poetry is life for jacob erin-cilberto. I kept returning to these deeply textured lines: “Listen to the sound of contentment / it is a still-life vision / love in vase of subtle bloom / quietly extending its petals / towards the heart / that has a green thumb.” You will not be wasting your time if you plant your heart in the rich soil of 27.
–Michael Escoubas, author Monet in Poetry and Paint
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jacob erin-cilberto is a native of the Bronx, NY; he found a permanent home in Southern Illinois. He loves teaching English at a local community college, John A. Logan. Erin-cilberto has been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. This is his 27th book of poetry. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in poetry four times. He writes book reviews for Highland Park Poetry and finds that one of the perks of retirement.
FROM THE BOOK:
Dreams of Being Frost
by jacob erin-cilberto
love poems
written on loose leaf
turn in autumn
to rust red prose
a binder in disarray
creativity frees itself
a winter of bad writing occurs
the rhyme a crying shame
the poet sits on a collapsing park bench
feeding the birds
with his flightless words
as spring greets him hard
he walks away
his pen waiting for someone else
oblivious to nature’s beauty now
another line tags along behind him.
one he will never see.
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