a quiet frost

a quiet frost

 

 

 

i read your words with icicle eyes

our mutual blood frozen to the page

and mine is starting to crumble

into cold cold pieces

of disinterest.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/11/16

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Definitely describing some of my familial interactions here! *sigh!* This is how it feels after the hurt & disappointment fade . . . when it no longer matters.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for understanding...the interactions...yes, they sure can hurt. But they are what they are.

j.

[barleygirl]

Exactly . . . the best day of my life is when I realized down deep in my bones that some people just don't know how to show love!

[θεά]

There is something about coldness that pierces you deep within. The sharper it is, the more succinct its execution the stronger its impact on the heart and the mind. That is exactly what your write manages to do Jacob. The allegories are well-chosen and as always you manage to captivate your readers in pithy, brief lines.

Take care,
Best,
M.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Mallika...

j.

[Pete]

We hope it is just a frost and not a hard freeze. But I guess that's why the make anti-freeze, whatever form that takes for each of us. A delightful and deep write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we do hope, yes.
thank you for your insightful read, Pete.

j.

[Bacchus]

frozen in your veins...
don't let it reach your heart.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Bacchus.

j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It reminded me of the day after the election...the cold cold pieces of disinterest.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting...thank you, Kelly...

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... When the frost is on the
Pumpkin... strange things can happen...
like country songs and winter with
chilling degrees of insanity on my part,
but from my heart. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Pat.

j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Good one, j. Succinct, sad and with an underlying hint of anger.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ted...

you nail it...j.

[Ken Simm.]

The destuction of a relationship in Winter and the reconstruction of the feelings for it in writing. Excellent writing nothing less.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ken...and when it's blood---sometimes, not thicker than water, as they say.

j.

[Paul Bell]

Short and to the point. Some letters are just bin fodder.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like that, "bin fodder"---thank you, Paul.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I walked the dogs in a cold morning and found interest in your poem along the way. If only I could make a poem of myself, cast the disinterest aside and make the frost an uncle to my icicle eyes.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your reply better than the poem...i think it makes more sense.

thanks my friend...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I find at times a surprise floating to the surface of consciousness. Writing seems to possess mystical underpinnings. You do that to me Jacob that's why I read you.