Snow White Darkness

Snow White Darkness

 

 

ice assembles 

on the street

a massive protest

causing a frozen disturbance

a chaotic crowd of 

spinning convertibles

drivers with eye icicles

Signs carried saying 

"slow down, life will wait"

 

tree branches glisten

with the sunlight

as the mob melts slowly

 

dripping pipes roar into being

little faces wrapped in electricity

 

the lights are on

everyone was already

home

 

i am home

in my cold self.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/9/25

Reviews

[Eilis]

What a sad ending. The poem is both micro and macro. As though the speaker sees parallels in what is happening outside with what is happening inside. Nature does envelop us into experience and naturally become a myriad of metaphors for what we understand. Or perhaps is it through nature that we come to better understand ourselves.

It can be both comforting and painful to see our experiences mirrored in our environment. Sometimes we need to see it and other times it is hard to accept. I feel a duality here. Recognition but reluctance and then finally resignation.

A poet who shares his words is never only within himself. He becomes part of the consciousness of everyone who absorbs his words. Living on and on wherever the words resonate. This is stirring poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Very perceptive review, Eilis...thank you so much for these words...you encourage me so much.
j.

[Desert Knave]

I've never lived in a cold clime but loved the images you presented here. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim,
j.

[poetgurl]

beautiful imagery in your write, Enjoyed this I love the part of "little faces wrapped in electricity"
This is wonderful

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, poetgurl,
j.

[Linda alexander]

👌👌👌 in winter there are signs to guide you. In life there are signs of sign says take it easy buddy or slow down and easy one oneself to prevent draining out or exhaustion of life itself . Excellent metaphor. Life at times is like winter itself

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your understanding review, Linda,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

So many thoughts: visually and heartfully whispered into space, sir. Fact and fiction collide, mix and become forever quotes via your pen, jacob. Superb ..

'Signs carried saying

"slow down, life will wait"
tree branches glisten
with the sunlight
as the mob melts slowly

dripping pipes roar into being
little faces wrapped in electricity

the lights are on
everyone was already
home

am home
in my cold self.'

IS true, we wrap selves into our emotions, colliding sometimes-often; we adapt, we manipulate - perhaps unchanged yet different because lost, numb - we are oblivious of the moment. Perhaps?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, em,
I thought you might like this nature oriented one.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

You know and understand my wayS of thinking about and feeling the all around. So many forget it' s the only one we have. So many also forget how being alone can be a terrible challenge

[LisaCarol]

Jacob - Beautiful imagery and an underlying feeling, with words unsaid. I enjoyed this very much. I was especially touched by the line “slow down, life will wait”. Thank you for sharing your writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Lisa,
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

Inside many of us especially in the dreary cold winter months our moods become frozen with biting temperatures and the lack of being out in the sun gives our minds navy blue hues seeping and dampening our moods.

The winter of tens seeps in side my pores weighting on me like frosted mountain peaks.

Well done and well worded. It was a very descriptive and interesting write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like your review better than the poem...more poetic!

[Poetic Beauty]

I don’t think my review is more poetic than your poem. I enjoy the description in this poem and could completely relate to the winter melancholy grays

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob.. this Winter is unBearable... Fires meant for Warmth are destroying Homes. Soon flowers will appear in Spring with reverent petals wearing raindrop tears... gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"wearing raindrop tears"---beautiful words, Pat,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

The big freeze. Beautiful to look at, but it has its dangers and when the power goes, it is cold and miserable and isolating. There is also a strong metaphor here. This poem has layers like clothing. Keep warm my friend, fight off the cold.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for those words, Chris...."layers like clothing"---
j.

[MCS]

Well done here my friend, I understand this feeling of inner coldness so well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Mary...
j.