kissing icicles

kissing icicles

 

 

 

you left me no wind to 

spit into,

your cold, calm demeanor

was an inert blizzard

of incapacitation

 

my hands froze to yours,

and

when i pulled off my gloves

my heart came off in woolen increments

of grief,

 

my throat left so dry

i can't even summon enough liquid words

to spit poems into the stillness

 

so i will try to mouth a snowflake

as you walk out that door,

 

 

my lips will freeze either way.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/10/16

Reviews

[Jennesis]

Brrrr. How sad when we open ourselves up, the incapacitating nature of rejection or apathy can stop us in our tracks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, Jenn, thank you for your words,
j.

[David Scott]

Dang Jacob! This is cold brother! (Pardon the pun).
I could feel the misery here. The freezing cold is brutal and heartless... I hope you don't have any cavities or that mouth full of snow is gonna hurt something fierce. Go figure; pain no matter what you do.
Very fine write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, David

j.

[Solar]

Freez-frames a heart-breaking moment - that icy cold moment of rejection ...in such apt verses.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Solar.

j.

[Corset]

Heartbreaking the chill of someone packing a bag in silence, and how you have described it here " so I will try to mouth a snowflake" was a killer line, "my lips will freeze either way" ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! was almost orgasmic :P again you have mouthed a metaphoric blizzard, but at the same time it so very sad, especially when you (one) has so much to say but only the hurt comes out instead.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Corset---

j.

[Corset]

you're welcome Jacob :P

[An owl on the moon]

You always paint with such extravagant colors, my friend. It is a joy to read your words and to wander their paths through the mind. Taking often common elements, and transforming them into enchanted soul places.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Craig.

j.

[...]

This reminds me of when I was little and got my tongue stuck to the porch window trying to lick the ice from it. Friendly advise, pour some warm water over them lips before you try to pull em' apart hahahahaha

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, definitely good advice...

thanks, lynn.

j,.

[W.k.kortas]

"(W) oolen increments/of grief" is one hell of a phrase, and I'm more than a little jealous of it, ditto "try to mouth a snowflake". As the wise Mr. Yetts noted, the relationship may not have been a winner, but the poem most certainly is.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, W.k.

j.

[Alisa Js]

It's sad when relationships end poorly...😱. Broken hearts are never easy.

Well done,you

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Alisa...
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

After all those spitting attempts, mouthing a snowflake seems rather genteel and extremely artistic.
A unique notion that I very much like.
"Kissing Icicles" ain't bad, either.
Though the piece is a bit of a bummer, it is high in literary quality and carries a definite wallop!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy.
j.

[paddy d daly]

You have wrapped passion
And coldness into a tight
Package, something about
This makes me feel something,
Lost for any more words...p

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, paddy,

j.