Poem

Poem

 

 

white rug

footprints

icy toes

reconciliation

is a sun wanting to hug the morning

 

but frozen emotion

turns slush on command

the ugly truth

is melting in my arms

even as I frostbite the inevitable...

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/28/2021

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Due to my lifelong avoidance of the cold white stuff, I'm not sucked into your imagery one bit. So many clever phrasings here: "slush on command" . . . "frostbite the inevitable" . . . you are always on a rarefied poetic orbit which everyone loves (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Margie,
j.

[.]

Deep buried truth is a precarious platform to stand... Often the flash of light can tumble the position... Something or some pain need not to see the day light

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love your poetic reviews...such insight into the poem and into the me I see better after reading reviews like this.
j.

[.]

It's my pleasure to read you... We all have pains deep buried, so can relate..

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... you have a way with expressions that
describe the Seasons and the impact on our emotions.
We all experience Frostbite in one form or another.
The truth does melt in your Arms; however love does warm
your heart, especially in February ... Valentines Month.
tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Pat,
j.

[Laz K.]

Sometimes I feel like dropping in the Café, and when I do, I usually "sit at your table" because your poetry is smooth. That is not exactly a professional term we use to describe poetry, but what I mean is that your writing reads like you have put in the 10,000 hours one supposedly needs to master a skill. It's like listening to an accomplished pianist improvise a tune. It's pleasant, professional, and they make it look easy...in other words, their stuff is "smooth."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your kind review, Laz.
j.

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

these lines speak volumes:
turns slush on command
the ugly truth
is melting in my arms
even as I frostbite the inevitable...
Masterfully penned.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Rico.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Is the sun wanting to hug the morning... I love it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love when nature is given personas it gives depth and color to the piece

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

To people with a heart the most difficult thing is to end a relationship.
as usual your poem is metaphorically right on point

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cowboy, for your kind words.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

This form of poetry should be called a Tundra, I feel an ice age coming! Yes with writer’s block even the sun cannot cure the event but maybe shed some light on the matter.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, andrew, I am frozen.
j.

[Robert Trakofler]

we must have some spectral connection you were writing about slipping on ice and I was writing about tripping in puddles this morning:) LOL perhaps we are both in need of ambulatory assistance as I scrape the mud from my soaked pants:/

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, ambulatory assistance, I will meet you at the poetry hospital.
Thank you for the smile this morning, brother bunny.
j.

[Wild Rose]

No sun here this morning
Just a white sheet of mist covering anything over one mile away
Also so cold my gloved hands felt the cold

I liked your poem for a frosty day

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, watch out for that frostbite, my friend,
j.