What's in a Name?

What's in a Name?

ornery frost

not the Poet,

for he loved flowers

and paths in the woods

and spring

but the ornery frost

of fall

killing prematurely 

the baby blooms of late summer

"Whose woods these are"

the trees don't care

they are cold

winter will dress them in white soon

not for marriage

but to be naked and unadorned

nature will sleep under the blanket

cold months

poetry is nice to read inside by the fire

even Frost

might warm the heart

even as frigid termination happens

outside the lines.

erin-cilberto

10/6/22

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Melancholy autumn has its cruel moments too. Those early frosts can be a killer. My least favourite season even though its colour can be splendid, its dead leaves are for the graveyard.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"its dead leaves are for the graveyard"
that line could be in and be a trigger for a poem, Chris.
even your reviews are poetic....you and Pat...both.
j.

[John the Baptist]

As it so happens, I am reading Frost now. A lot of his work centers around the New England countryside, also around death, which may be the "frigid termination" to which you refer. Not sure if it is accurate, but I have heard that the speaker in "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is actually contemplating suicide. If you read the words a certain way, you can see that possibility. Frost did suffer from depression.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, very possible that he was talking about suicide...
"my horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near"
thank you for giving me something to ponder, John.
I learn a lot about what I write from your comments...interesting how Plath and Frost wrote a lot about death in a suicidal way, and yet Dickinson used apostrophe often, speaking from the perspective of the dead, but in such a different way.

[Ken e Bujold]

great write Jacob. a keen understanding of what I often refer to as the cruelest season. Autumn, in youth a time of renewing, becomes more and more as we age a reminder of the reality of our finite experiences, existence. You have captured that melancholy feel so well.
ken

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Ken,
j.

[Andrew John]

Ah yes, dark and deep. Don't know whether it's just Yours Truly or everyone, but it's that final stanza that I tend to remember most of all. I do have promises to keep by reading more of his poetry - and more of yours, of course.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are a kind poet, Andrew,
thank you
j.