storm window dream

storm window dream

 

 

 

the snow screams against my window

the icy stares of yesterday's love

now an accumulation of painful retrospect

solemn circumspect

 

i want to believe in breaks in the clouds

silence the screams

but the panes rattle the seams

of my heart,

and the white cold

burns the faith

to a hushed slush

of memory.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/3/19

Reviews

[Moonie]

"Hushed slush" is an excellent phrase in my opinion. Even though, March has begun, and the terrible fingers of Winter cannot touch us anymore, I still felt that frosty chill from your words. Excellent visuals, and a great metaphor too!

[Relic]

So many times people start a relationship with the best of intentions but even the heart goes through seasons. A cold love often leaves one hating that cold time. And yet, the same refrain is often heard: if we could only go back and change things...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, if only...but always new seasons and possibilities to look forward to.
thanks, Relic.read moreyes, if only...but always new seasons and possibilities to look forward to.
thanks, Relic.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's been many winters, but I vividly remember the icy cold of those storm windows. I used to press my hands against them, knowing how lucky I was not to be on the other side.

"and the white cold
burns the faith
to a hushed slush
of memory."

You always deliver, Jacob...and I'm always applauding!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and remember how at times, our fingers would stick to the glass---?
thank you for your kind words, Kelly.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...oh, yes!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I can feel the chill in the words on this page and the scene of someone sitting alone feeling lost and lonely and let down as the winter bites is graphic!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.