burning too close to the soul of me

burning too close to the soul of me

 

 

 

autumn oracle

losing grip

like barnacles to a whale

big love loses its leaves

like disfigured pages of poetry

 

in the cold wind of goodbyes

your note flummoxed me to the ground

and my blues were raked into maple colors

extravagant sorrow

a visual circus of emotions

 

and then came winter's reality

and i shut the door on you

so tightly,

not the slightest draft 

could find its way into my heart.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/24/16

Reviews

[m.s.early]

say goodbye to the wind again and wait for spring

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, m.s.

j.

[Shannon]

Seasons and heart break? Interesting imagery and concept.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, S. Mi.

j.