suicide softening

suicide softening

yesterday morning's frost

a glistening blanket covering earth's heart

with such beauty,

like a poet's imagination,

yet we know how she kills,

the unseen dagger

the translucent eyes

we indulge

open

then the frost

and our deflowered innocence

left decomposing

as we compose poems

of love and lust

knowing full well

what tomorrow's dawn will bring.

erin-cilberto

12/4/16

Reviews

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Everyday humans face danger. I like this piece thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for bringing this one back to the surface, Roxane, and your kind words,
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

The nature of cold as an espionage thriller, soft on the kill within the storm of innocence.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Al.

j.

[aLittlePain]

'Suicide softening' that made me hesitant! .... I'm glad I continued on. Contrasting shades of life here. Mother Nature just is, as is the need be with one another. There is a chill in the foreground. I enjoyed this j. R xo

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for continuing on....and your kind words, Rach.
j.

[aLittlePain]

You're very welcome

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You package emotion in word parcels to feed hungry poets Jacob. And we eat heartily and wish we had the recipe. Such divine word choices, phrasing, metering and use of English language!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind, John....thank you.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

I was a little worried to click on this one -- however, it was well worth the read. As we are powerless against Mother Nature, so too are we powerless against our need to connect with others, often at our own peril.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, and concerns, KL..
j.

[V]

Well said. I'll always admire your skill to express yourself so metaphorically on point. I love the images and the title. I like to think that all things regarding the heart we open up to are suicide to the self, small ones, small deaths and we seem to become reborn again and again for another try.

A very enjoyable read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you muchly,
j.

[Larq]

All because the poet is addicted to the thrill of beauty and love...you must taste it, or you would surely die an empty soul.

Hi Jacob...Winter break! Good to see you here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

hi Larq...always good to see you around...miss you when you are not...and thanks for your insightful words..

j.

[Tony Jordan]

It's as if we are all in a deep denial - God! I just had a thought...ouch lol - no that's not it Im thinking how much the German people might have been in a similar state of hypnotic denial prior to ...well ...you know.

Frightening poetry J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Tony.

j.

[redzone]

not sure what to say Jacob as everyone has said everything so well... so in a rare fit of wordlessness let me just say your poem is "brilliant" but a bit chilly ... er... sorry for that Jacob, couldn't resist... but of course you do know that when the sun hits frost just right it is blinding and bright... and leads to "suicidal brilliance"...

never mind me Jacob, I think I need more coffee...

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...yes, thank you for your words, Curt...have another cup!

:)))

j.

[barleygirl]

Loving your description of white chill being both a beauty & a curse . . . so evocative of other unavoidable contrasts in life! *sigh!* (((HUGS)))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, barleygirl...

j.