Weatherman

Weatherman

glib forecaster,
smiles cloudy lies
over Big Screen serene skies
frost in the afternoon,
her lips sleeting deceit

the snow flies
and i will be knee deep
in white contrivance

she loved me once
when it was warm,
but seasons change

the map
illustrates the fronts

and she put on a good one
that clear halcyon day we met

now i'm freezing and my hand is numb
and glove-less
because hers isn't in mine
and i am love-less.




erin-cilberto
12/9/16

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"she loved me once
when it was warm,
but seasons change

the map
illustrates the fronts

and she put on a good one"

A great poet and now a weatherman(lol) just to the last part. This was amazing but coming from you they all are...:).............

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Sami...you are a kind man.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

never put your tongue to frosting steel says i! ;) weathermen (women) always lie for sure .. all one has to do is plan something by their "outlook" ;}
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your metaphorical response, E.

made me smile

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

love ya man! Merry Christmas :)

[Tony Jordan]

She sounds like quite the ice-maiden at heart.
Great metaphorical write.
The final stanza is begging to be sang. So I did. And I heard Lyle Lovett, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Tony.
and the imagining of the last stanza being sung.

read morethank you for your words, Tony.
and the imagining of the last stanza being sung.

j.