suicide softening

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

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

This read like Today we stand, Tomorrow we fall or here today, gone tomorrow, I'm not sure why, but anyway I feel the frost is really a reminder, don't take anything for granted. Almost felt left on the shelf on a second read! lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your insights, andrew.
thank you...

j.

[KTizzle]

I actually enjoy the title. I think it fits the tone of the poem well. We go through life knowing that it brings rejection, heartache, and disappointment causing pain. Pain inches us closer to death. Yet, we choose to live each day.

I really loved that you can apply this to many facets in life whether that is romantic love, writing, or just general life.

I loved the first stanza, especially the line where it says, "with such beauty/like a poets imagination." That, to me, is where the poem can branch off to be about a few different things depending on how the reader views it.

I also love the idea of incorporating "frost" and the diction and connotation of winter. The part about imagination makes me think of beautiful things that come out of winter.

I also love the last stanza. It sings to me about strength. Even though whoever must face the trial of tomorrow, that endures it.

I loved this!

Thanks for posting! Have a great day!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

again, thank you for your kind review, Jazz...

j.

[Beccy]

I see a finely drawn comparison between our own mood swings and nature's changing seasons. We think we may know full well, but both are unpredictable and leave us mostly wondering what will come next.

The title throws me a little jacob, but as ever, part of the joy of your work is in the interpretation and what the reader sees for themselves behind the veil...

Beccy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Beccy...

j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Mother may I?....silly children ....thought it was their game. Your whims keep me inspired,ty!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Queenie.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Mother Nature draws us in with her beauty and then bites us when we least expect it. No one knows what tomorrow brings. Great metphor.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lydi...
j.

[James]

Poets do have beautiful imaginations, but today's creation is nearly forgotten tomorrow, when we move on to another inspiration. But the process is beautiful to see, sometimes, when it's not soggy and muddy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really love this reply, James...

thank you---

[Ana Papaya]

mother nature, she is beautiful and at times cruel.
she will melt a heart, and she will harden, she will bring life, and she will bring death. this poem feels like it compares winter to a sort of femme fatale, and I think mother nature fits that role well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really appreciate your insights, Ana...
j.

[tanmay7551]

Frost so deaf, merciless in its own ways creates hallucinations and we speak volumes of inner void while it hides in the dawn, only to be reborn with nostalgic touch.

Thanks J, for sharing your powerful words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, tanmay.
j.

[Adam Adams]

that's touching for sure!

yes, we ain't know what morrow gon' have to bring to us... in the name of love or misery gotten by the pleasure of lust. interesting poetry, as always, of course.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Adams...

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

great everything sir! brrrrrrrrrrr as the snow will fly! but i have to say that this line:
"like a poet's imagination,"
must bless every reader ... jack frost is resplendent in his mischief .. and ice rain a wonderment ... but those cruel months of grey, cold and snow are wicked tools of depression ;) or a long winters nap! which i will certainly practice today ;))
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, E.

j.