The id of flirtation's consequence

The id of flirtation’s consequence

 

 

 

wool sweaters

warm the skin,

but the heart wears a light jacket

in a November wind,

the chill melts with malfeasance 

 

the eyes wander

and winter becomes raw with mistrust

as the snow surprises

and we are inadequately dressed

 

to sustain the love

that was born out of 

an egotistical April rain.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/9/15

Reviews

[rubie]

love the metaphor....you make it work so well.

yes, our hearts are never dressed appropriately for the storms to which we expose them.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, rubie.

j.

[Insight "MH"]

Beautifully written piece, the metaphors were magical.

Insight.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Insight.

j.

[RomaJ]

warms my heart to read this...haha...love the metaphor here! It's very clever; and wisdom to heed. Too often we go out prepared for cold weather, not realizing we left our hearts...vulnerable to the frost. Gives me shivers.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, your responses are so poetic, Roma.
better than the poems themselves.

j.

[RomaJ]

You're welcome, j. Your poetry always inspires.

[Rita L. Sev]

"The snow surprises"... nothing worse than being unprepared for the frost... as always, Jacob, your metaphors are masterful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Rita.

j.

[h d e rushin]

55 degrees when I woke up and cut on the space heater. Recalling just how egoistical April was
for tempting us with 55 degrees. But I understand. Love takes time to warm up to any
sympatholytic reasoning. Often times showing up like the cold on a spring day, or the warmth
on a November afternoon. the analogy here is both radical and symmetrical, but I love it......dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as usual, your insightful, poetic replies are better than the poems themselves....thank you, dana...

we lose so many of the veterans here at WC...so glad that you have stuck around...

j.

[h d e rushin]

I guess people choose another way to express themselves Jacob..I still find a great joy in seeingread moreI guess people choose another way to express themselves Jacob..I still find a great joy in seeing
what others have to say and express.......dana

[Relic]

'The eyes wander.' That seems to be the first hint that the air in the heart is becoming colder. I like your metaphors here, they signify a shaky start to me. Perhaps a womanizer is involved or just boredom has seeped in. Either way, the way a foundation is built means a lot.

Good one Jacob.

Relic.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Relic.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

Are we ever really dressed for the occasion! A superb write J, masterful!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

There is a twinkle of silver in the gray days...I always hear it in your words ....feel it ...even when your mood is damp or regretful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, often what i write isn't autobiographical...and if it is, often from the past...i am usually in a pretty consistent mood...just enjoying life and getting the chance to do this writing thing.

thanks again, my friend.

j.

[Beccy]

We are all supposedly creatures of instinct, yet how that instinct so often fails and we end up suffering the consequences.

Inadequately dressed indeed!


Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Beccy.

j.

[HippieSoulPunx]

A love or a passion that burns hot burns out far too quickly to keep you warm when the cold, harsh winter hits. Beautiful writing, evoking imagery that changes with the seasons.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, HippieSoul

j.