the influence of cold winds

the influence of cold winds

 

 

 

i have blisters on my inspiration

raw numbness of phrasing

no feeling in my words

 

frozen coffin lies

don't collide with page

as they breathe their last 

integrity sits upon titles

but depravity corrupts...

 

you cannot sense my grief

you are too far removed

insulated,

warmed by your own self-centeredness

 

but one day,

those blisters will grow on you

there will be a coffin waiting

 

and the ground will not be warm

or welcoming.

 

but i will suddenly be inspired again.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/8/16

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

There is an irony here, especially in that last line. And it is one we can all relate to. You have a talent for picking up on these all to human feelings and producing a sometimes starkly beautiful, sometimes profound, sometimes rightous, sometimes empathic set of just the right words. The words that always hit the target as here.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ken.

j.

[D Connolly]

This makes me think of a few things, one of them being political, and I don't know that I'm on target, but the way I'm seeing it is, current affairs are leaving me speechless, and watching the sun shine on a bunch of losers is disconcerting. They can't even understand how disconnected they are, but one day soon, their time will be over, and they will pass on and go away to be nothing more than a memory and an old joke that doesn't even get a laugh anymore. And I will be inspired anew by the next lot.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think i stopped laughing the day of the election...you make me see things in my poems that i didn't see...i like this interpretation...

thank you for your insights, D.

j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Funny sometimes...where inspiration comes from. It may be as simple as someone leaving...not even shuffling off this mortal coil, but d****t, just leaving. Good one, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ted...always appreciate your visits and insights...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

The anger in this one is powerful. Self-centered people never see the suffering of another. I am not sure they even realize others suffer even after they have suffered. Sad to say, seeing that sort of person suffer even a little bit can put a smile on my face! Good one, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Lydi.
j.

[barleygirl]

There must be many bone-chilling love disappointments going around becuz this is the fifth poem I've read using sharp icy metaphors to convey the idea of painful love encounters! I love the first three lines the most, plus this line: "you are too far removed, insulated, warmed by your own self-centeredness" . . . nice contrasts between cold & warm.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, barleygirl...

j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

What a chill this leaves me with... as it delivers a warmth no December could ever leave. Time and again you delight, Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kelly...

j.

[Ruth]

The cutting of ties that leave the self numb...what better season to express such a feeling than winter...awesome Jacob! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Poppy,

j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

What goes around comes around.
Or is this a zero-sum game?
Maybe it's just a matter of "how will you like me, then?"
Whatever the case, your poem qualifies as a quality production.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy...

j.

[andrew mitchell]

One usually becomes famous after their dead, however one can be shaken from being the living dead to actually knowing your dying like custer's last stand.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yeah, it's like that...

thanks, andrew.

j.

[Paul Bell]

Do you start with the title dying.
Does the title come halfway into the graveyard.
Blast, they're lowering me into the hole, just as inspiration flickers.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your reply...better than the poem, Paul.

thank you.

[Paul Bell]

The poem fits the grey day here, Jacob.