Remove Boots at the Door

Remove Boots at the Door

 

 

her frigid demeanor 

is slowly melting

like the white gathering

outside my door

 

we used to love once

but stormed voices rose

feelings banished

we are trying to dig out

 

from under snow 

covering our friction

questions hang in the air

like icicles waiting for a target

 

 

 

1/28/26

erin-cilberto

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Meetings with ex lovers or partners can create awkward situations. The wintry weather conditions a reminder of past cold. Perhaps spring will see a true thaw. This poem will be relatable to many.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Your response is a poem itself and better than the original.
j.

[Rosie C]

This is truly intense.

I can totally relate to this. I have had awkward moments with previous partners like this.

The best way is to not get too absorbed into the moment. Let the icicles drop and melt away. And the chaos be lifted.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thanks, your review made me smile.
Yesterday, ran errands, came home and wasn't inside five minutes...and a whole bunch of icicles feel from a tree above my house. They hit the roof and then came down right outside my door where I had just been.
They were monster icicles and I might have had a dented head. Ha ha.

[Rosie C]

I like that “Monster icicles”.

Haha. 😂

[Desert Knave]

It seems like winter always manages to highlight the friction despite the weight of the snow. Nicely written. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim.
j.

[Michael Sun Bear]

How many hundreds of thousands of poems and stories have been written about love, true love, unrequited love, lost love, relationships that are blessed, others that fail. All one of my favorite subjects. So it’s a delight to find a new poem that speaks to me in a fresh way about any of the above. You have done that for me here. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Michael...appreciate your review.
j.

[Chris]

Sometimes we CAN forgive, but do we ever forget?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't think we ever forget, Chris...not ever.
j.