Storm of Validity

Storm of Validity

i drifted like a white flurricane

i read my book of poems

as i spread across the plains

the Midwest and spurned the east coast

i created a blizzard of conjoining themes

dashed off a few strikes of cold lightning

as the pages shoveled off peculiar vocabulary

a poet's bane

drifting like a flurricane

wearing the gloves of a madman

keeping my fingers

warm enough to maneuver the keys

i read my book of inspiring flakes

creating my own as i drift

my life's reason thawing

into age and regret

i think about making snow angels

and then lying with them until dawn

when the drifts i have made with my own words

cover me.

erin-cilberto

1/24/26

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'i read my book of inspiring flakes
creating my own as i drift
my life's reason thawing
into age and regret

i think about making snow angels
and then lying with them until dawn
when the drifts i have made with my own words
cover me.'

To live and love your own history - whatever the experiences, is proved in each and every one of your phrases, sir. True poetry is surely born from the mind of the poet who sets them free, sharing and hoping that others see the beauty of Life and how it inspires Man to look at experience and - make use of its reverence. Perhaps.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, em.
j.

[BuzzyB]

my life's reason thawing
into age and regret

I loved this line. The poem is replete with winter's beauty. Yet even more so with the life of a poet who lives, breathes, sleeps and dreams, his words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You always see deeper into the words of others. thank you, BB.

[Thomas W Case]

You’re buried in your own words, and it’s a beautiful kind of frostbite.
Cold landscapes and warm regrets swirl together like a snowstorm in motion.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for the words, Thomas. I think I am buried.
j.

[Desert Knave]

The thought of keeping fingers warm enough to maneuver the keys just struck a chord with me. The imagery here is sharp and fits the weather reports I am seeing perfectly. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It's just getting too cold...and I don't talk of the weather.
thank you, Jim.

[Lorry]

You've gotta be careful when peculiar poetry hits Jacob, unlike me just standing around drinking coffee and thinking fluoridate seems too pretty a word for what it entails.... and then it hit me, as my fingers snapped off in my madman's gloves and I was no longer able to point to the error of my ways, as I inelegantly flumped to the ground and joined the snow angels. 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

But snow angels are fun to do, aren't they?

[Lorry]

Yes they are. Plus apologies for predictive text changing flurricane to fluoridate. It even confused mr on reading it again.