Coldly Toasty

Coldly Toasty

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Coldly Toasty



Christmas stockings
hung with woe
stuffed with pandemic feelings
from head to toe

I wear it in my inside-out mind
feels safer
while suspended with you
on the fireplace 

six-



feet--


a          part.


erin-cilberto
12/25/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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Ughhh, my wife was in such a bad mood all Christmas weekend, made me take all the lights and tree down the day after Christmas. Said she was Done!!!! That's after quarantining with the Covid (both of us ) for two and half weeks. I think everyone can identify to the nth!!!

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

it's another pandemic in itself...the reactions to the pandemic.
craziness.
climbing w.. read more
i like the dramatic spacing in your closing .. I wanted the title to be Cold Turkey :))) .. for so many everything has been torn at the seams ... no family gatherings .. no work ... no TP ... and death ... all those businesses out of business and will not return .. at least as they were ... i have to make myself think about them as I have been immune in my more or less reclusive lifestyle ... NYC must seem a ghost town .. waiting for Zombies to appear ... without hope ... without Faith ... we truly will fail. I really like personifying the hung stockings ... a warm place but a cruel 6 feet apart ... for some 6 feet under :(
E.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

yes, we have stopped socializing, cold turkey...
I feel like a zombie...every day just bleeds.. read more
Amazing use of words and thoughts Jacob. Our new world. Not so wonderful. I hope the up and coming world is kinder. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I hope the same, Coyote,
thank you,
j.
Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

You are welcome my friend.
Brilliant, my friend.
100

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, Light.
j.
light and ashes

3 Years Ago

You are welcome. Take care of yourself. Ok?
x
You turn a covid phrase like a well-honed virus. This has been the quietly isolated holiday many people won't forget! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, Margie....I know I won't forget...and I never know how many more there will be for me.read more
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Gee
Six feet of separation, tis mightily hard to pull a cracker, or if single anything :))
Has been a strange , strange year Jacob and looks like we are going to get much of the same next year. Where I love in the UK has, at this time, the highest infection rates. We're locked in, locked down, and going nowhere fast :))
Hope you are well.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

both very pretty ladies, sir.
Gee

3 Years Ago

Aye, I'm a lucky man to have two such beautiful ladies in my life
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

ah, just like Emerson, Lake and Palmer sang
"oooo what a lucky man, he was"
dearest Jacob.. waking up Christmas morning is
Toasty Cold ... the Sun has disappeared ... but embers of
Christmas Eve will stir the Dreams of yester year... when
we were oblivious to being sequestered in our own homes.
The Mistletoe Toe is still above waiting for Lovers to embrace
the Passion of Saving Grace. Keep Safe and Well ... our Doctor of
Philosophy... please take your 💊 Pill and lay your head on a
Pillow of Peace and Goodwill... tenderly, Pat


Posted 3 Years Ago


Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

A spoonful of Sugar helps the Medicine go down in a most delightful way. We have no Sunshine today... read more
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I used to smoke a pipe...Cherry Blend tobacco.
Nice scent.
Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

Hey Jacob ... this morning was Christmas Day; at nine am, it began to snow lightly and later there w.. read more
A taste come to pass of a season lost in time.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Chris,
Happy Holidays, my poetic friend.
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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