snowmen and wonder lust

snowmen and wonder lust    

 

 

 

interludes of you,

white snow

in little flakes on a corrupt dresser

 

straws for drinking in the mirage

top of the world delights

make for violent ends

when the drink spills out of reality's cup

and she loses the handle on it

 

coaster hearts bleed in the end

the red somnambulist slips on iced misgivings

 

he loves her blind

yet, 

she only longs for another

sniff of winter.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/23/18 

Reviews

[Winslow Des Totes]

I'll admit I had to google "somnambulist" but the imagery here once explained fully is extremely powerful and precise! There are such layers to this piece that I'll admit I do not entirely understand them all but I feel the weight and the gravity of every word as if it's held in it's place by a weight. The last stanza alone spoke volumes in such few words it's engrossing to think the subtleties that I might have missed. I will save this piece to come back to and give it another read and hope to peel another layer back read by read. Well done as always my friend :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Winslow.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

How often do we drink from "reality's cup" hoping we can change water to wine? Some relationships are doomed from the start. This one has so many wonderful phrases, Jacob. As always, the metaphors are wonderful. Enjoyed it. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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

[J. J. Nightingale]

Snow.... humm.. this could be taken in many ways...

Maybe her addictions left her cold hearted..
and she lost her way................

Sad.....

Jazzy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are quite insightful, Jazzy...
thank you,
j.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Really ? .. thanks...and You are welcome.... Happy Holidays !!!

[MOON]

Poignant write , love is blind , faults we put up with and still she leaves.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, MOON,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You loved her blind, through all her little flaws, the messy dresser tells me that but she was not so generous as you were. I suspect she did the opposite, looked for the flaws to bring on the chill of winter. My first husband was like that, sank his teeth into my faults and chewed on them forever. Your lines left me shivering Jacob. Great poetry.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Chris.
j.