a night without armor

a night without armor

the warmth of a chilling pond

swirls in the sunlight

freeze upon commencement

like a love,

in abbreviated wave

ice tipped lips

words, kisses of inert honey dew

frigid pink dusk

you are shortening my heart

as my days disappear 

with more frequency

erin-cilberto

2/22/22

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like this one Jacob. I remember a movie with this title that came out about five years ago. I thought it was a nice play on words then and still do. I think insomnia is a plague of old age. Dreaming with eyes open and falling into the cracks of morning and memory. Love and love lost are contemplations that feed madness and sorrow. What was it Socrates called love, a divine madness? Perhaps there is no cure but death.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe one day I will write sweet love poems...maybe one day....thank you, Fabian.

[JE Falcon]

A lovely poem so bent on sadness. Well written, well said, with visuals aplenty. --- Thanks Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, JE,
j.

[Mike Keenan]

another lovely title and the fact that love bites

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Mike, appreciate your visit and kind words,
j.

[M. J. Smith]

Shades of a cold love here. A foundation of ... Half truths. It leaves the heart frozen, the soul shriveled, the eyes burning. And the last year's pass in lonliness. Makes me think of the Kenny Rogers song Don't Take Your Love to Town.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Ruby didn't listen did she?
thank you, M.J.
j.

[Patricia]

Frigid pink dusk…love it…shorter days shortening future, we are getting older and the thoughts do linger longer with the shortening of our days…But lingering a bit for a great write like this is worth it Love this

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Patricia,
j.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

frigid pink dusk...
Its beautiful but seems devoid of hope.
Bringing the night nearer.
Loved the picture you painted.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dhara,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Is a night without armour a night in white satin perhaps or have you dropped your guard. Seems rather cold!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew,
j.

[DIVYA]

The chilling pond symbolizes separation to me. The imagery is so sheer and lovely here and your words lead me to imagine frozen waves, their crests stilled in motion, waiting for a thaw. How beautifully it compares to a burgeoning love abbreviated, shortened now hoping for a revival. Such awesome poetry from you, always, dear Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, DIVYA,
j.

[Ruth]

Honestly Jacob, each time I grab a moment to read here I can guarantee your poetry will make me glad I did...poignant and enveloping. Superb!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are too kind, Ruth.
Thank you,
j.