Strike a Pose

Strike a Pose

an ominous wind

inside a throbbing chest

nerves of steel

melt into liquid fear

love can be a stoked flame

scorching a heart to ashen disappointment

even in the calm

I loved you like a match

to a matchbook

and flickers still remain

but the words on the matchbook cover

have faded to blur

I am trying to remember you

now and ever.

erin-cilberto

7/24/25

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Time fades the writing on the cover but under the ash of the years, there are still viable embers, still glowing at the edges. You have so much imagery to die for in this poem. I especially love "nerves of steel
melt into liquid fear"
And the last line - feels so final yet sad...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, Divya,
j.