suicide softening

suicide softening

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto



suicide softening



yesterday morning's frost
a glistening blanket covering earth's heart
with such beauty,
like a poet's imagination,

yet we know how she kills,
the unseen dagger
the translucent eyes
we indulge
open

then the frost
and our deflowered innocence
left decomposing

as we compose poems
of love and lust
knowing full well
what tomorrow's dawn will bring.



erin-cilberto
12/4/16

© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto



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Everyday humans face danger. I like this piece thanks.

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for bringing this one back to the surface, Roxane, and your kind words,
j.
The nature of cold as an espionage thriller, soft on the kill within the storm of innocence.

Regards,
Al

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Al.

j.
'Suicide softening' that made me hesitant! .... I'm glad I continued on. Contrasting shades of life here. Mother Nature just is, as is the need be with one another. There is a chill in the foreground. I enjoyed this j. R xo

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

thank you for continuing on....and your kind words, Rach.
j.
aLittlePain

10 Months Ago

You're very welcome
You package emotion in word parcels to feed hungry poets Jacob. And we eat heartily and wish we had the recipe. Such divine word choices, phrasing, metering and use of English language!

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

you are very kind, John....thank you.

j.
I was a little worried to click on this one -- however, it was well worth the read. As we are powerless against Mother Nature, so too are we powerless against our need to connect with others, often at our own peril.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

thank you for your insights, and concerns, KL..
j.
Well said. I'll always admire your skill to express yourself so metaphorically on point. I love the images and the title. I like to think that all things regarding the heart we open up to are suicide to the self, small ones, small deaths and we seem to become reborn again and again for another try.

A very enjoyable read.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

thank you muchly,
j.
All because the poet is addicted to the thrill of beauty and love...you must taste it, or you would surely die an empty soul.

Hi Jacob...Winter break! Good to see you here.

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

hi Larq...always good to see you around...miss you when you are not...and thanks for your insightful.. read more
It's as if we are all in a deep denial - God! I just had a thought...ouch lol - no that's not it Im thinking how much the German people might have been in a similar state of hypnotic denial prior to ...well ...you know.

Frightening poetry J.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

12 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Tony.

j.
not sure what to say Jacob as everyone has said everything so well... so in a rare fit of wordlessness let me just say your poem is "brilliant" but a bit chilly ... er... sorry for that Jacob, couldn't resist... but of course you do know that when the sun hits frost just right it is blinding and bright... and leads to "suicidal brilliance"...

never mind me Jacob, I think I need more coffee...

redzone

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

12 Months Ago

ha ha...yes, thank you for your words, Curt...have another cup!

:)))

j.. read more
Loving your description of white chill being both a beauty & a curse . . . so evocative of other unavoidable contrasts in life! *sigh!* (((HUGS)))

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, barleygirl...

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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