seasons curved in sway

seasons curved in sway

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


seasons curved in sway

 

imagine a snowfall in June

hearts afire with white flame

and incandescent skin tanned in dimpled decor

burn tracked veins of cold blood

 

a lover's venom

swift blue

 

 

it's December in March

            and I couldn't feel further

from mirth

 

---because the birth

             of us

 

is an aborted blizzard 

 

frost bite

             a translucent reminder 

 

i did once

            love you.







erin-cilberto

3/11/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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This seems to me a chilling description of how a heart can change toward another, usually due to disappointment and blatant disregard for the love shown(?) You certainly have a way! Most can't do this with words. I know I can't. I.I.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, I.I.

j.
Isabella Ivy

3 Years Ago

My pleasure :)
you never lose your metaphors to the brutal winter blizzards nor to those too oft reminders of a "once love"... I think it is true that all the seasons curve and sway, each giving no reprieve to loss and regret or from pain... it is always a joy to read you Jacob... and I agree with others, those last few lines, burn holes in ones heart... freezer burns...

redzone



Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Curt.
j.
So many great lines in this one Jacob - and the last two absolute perfection. A keeper for me :) Julie

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Julie

j.
There is no joy, not even the sun brings warmth to a heart frozen in time with the regret, pain and longing of lost love. You are the director of your own motion picture company-in words Jacob.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

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

j.
Your closing lines always make me lose my breath, Jacob.

...always.



Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, Kelly...
j.
I find myself without words when I read this. I feel as if I learn something new from your poetry every time I read it. Seasons Tug-of-War is a relationship of hellos and goodbyes. Exhilarating and bittersweet. Always a pleasure Jacob.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Shy Joe...
j.
This sounds like the Coming snow storm we might be getting Monday night. Oh winter can you leave us to spring?

Regards,
Al

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

i don't think winter felt she had enough during the months she was suppose to roar.

j.. read more

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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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