the influence of cold winds

the influence of cold winds

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


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

© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto


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oh man ...closing so caught me off guard i had to cynically laugh .. not sinister mind you .. but definitely cynical ... what a powerful poem .. my self exam is instant ..i sure don't want to be caught off guard in my death .. no no no! so let me start ...get my mind off self and say ..how are you man!? ;) and Merry merry Christmas sir!!! :))
e. (that's the reduced E)
ps. so cool i am about to post a new one titled "Warm, Gentle Breeze" ... we are connected polarity

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

i shall look forward to reading your Breeze...and thank you for your thoughts on this piece..
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Sit by the fire, and thaw out my friend. Only a passing season, and spring is coming around the corner.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you Jon...i will look for some Norwegian Wood.

j.
Wow, that is so powerful and so well written, succh despair and longing! Excellent job.

Posted 7 Years Ago


This sounds like a few of the other old timers on this site who are having some trouble unthawing their minds to be able to jot down a few lines of thought. It isn't just cold winds, it is our aging. Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

yes, it is the aging, isn't it?

thank you, Kathie..

j.
This time of year ...I try so hard to forgive and even harder to be forgiven. There seem to be a few that slip through every year...with that reality my heart slows a little with each beat.

Posted 7 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Queenie.

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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