drafted into the chill

drafted into the chill

a cold wind 

is disrespectful of feelings

raw, bitter images

excruciate the swollen cheek

as tears freeze to the heart

and my steps towards you

become slower,

slower, slower

halted, my scarf

waves like a white flag

the fight in me

is an autumn leaf

that wants to soldier no more.

erin-cilberto

1/23/22

Reviews

[KWP]

I love this. probably because today I was conjuring a poem of along this thought path, I was picturing how. to say it without saying it, you have inspired me. I have been opting for the slow fade.

This cold you speak of, I must experience it at some point in my life.

Always nice to read your work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, KWP,
j.

[Ed Fagan]

The realization of mortality wasn't as honest as the proceeding act. I suppose we all face the closing curtain in our own way. I most certainly felt this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ed,
j.

[M. J. Smith]

Figuratively and literally, winter brings us all to a standstill. A broken heart compounds the condition.
We want to soldier on. But the will to fight, like a river is like locked in ice.
Powerful words and emotions. Well written, friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, M.J.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

The Soldier faltered in the freezing Snow... as his Heart was wounded...
and weary as the Winter was even too much for the Weeping Willow. He longed for a Pillow and the warmth of an embrace... Amen... gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your tender words, Pat,
j.