beginnings

beginnings

 

 

strange flakes.

snowy conceptions

of life in storage

about to be unlocked

 

december wilderness explored within

an oven of burnt memories

aroused again

but the blistering wind of present

bites the cheeks that house the tears

 

a log cabin built of longing

not for seclusion

but inclusion

 

incisions made on white skin

the dark lines of poetry

the moon glow illuminates

the scars, the new sores

allows us to write of healing

 

antiseptic vows

a penicillin to reject the monotonous

gloom, midnight drearies

and doomed theories of love

 

it is time to tongue 

the precipitation with moving fingers

drifts of chaos

to exhibit certain beauty

 

look at the blanket

that covers the fear of infection

and throw it off the bed of morning

 

belong to anyone, again

because it is written upon the future

in a snow angel's perspective

 

we can.

we will.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/7/17

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I can wait on the blanket of snow...the cold will come soon enough. I'll only leave boot prints to and from my door no farther than the mailbox.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Fabian....
j.

[emmajoy]

'I t is time to tongue ~ the precipitation with moving fingers ~ drifts of chaos ~ to exhibit certain beauty'

Seems so much hurt in life takes over, controls, then cedes to experience gained, however hurtfully. Each year, each cold season births memories, places, events, emotions and when examined.. as in your more than fine language, looking up and around, what's seen is survival, sometimes.. perhaps.. one hopes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, em.
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Great optimism after the dreary gloom. What especially stands out is the heaviness of each word and suddenly we are in flight with hope.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Al.

j.

[marilyn 1225]

what can I say a masterpiece of beauty and the last two sentences as the grande finale.. picture perfect and Feeling super expresed

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, marilyn.
j.

[duff]

There are plenty of layers to peel back here and the delivery of imagery is pure magic. I've gone back and read it a few times and it's better each read. Nicely done Jacob. Brilliant work my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, duff.
j.

[duff]

You are very welcome