Dreams of Being Frost

Dreams of Being Frost

 

 

love poems

written on loose leaf

turn in autumn

to rust red prose

 

a binder in disarray

creativity frees itself

a winter of bad writing occurs

the rhyme a crying shame

 

the poet sits on a collapsing park bench

feeding the birds

with his flightless words

as spring greets him hard

 

he walks away

his pen waiting for someone else

oblivious to nature's beauty now

another line tags along behind him.

 

one he will never see.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/12/26

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

I have been mostly bringing out older writes because right now the words just ain't here (maybe I'm oblivious too). Anyhow, enjoyable piece. ~Jim

[Lorry]

Aww Jacob... turn around man. You'll probably be greeted with all those random lines following you like a bunch of err, baby geese!
I too dream of frost but not the poetry. Its a common site round here in the colder months, which are about 11 or 12 of them, to see frost on barbed wire surrounding farms and the like and it always reminds me that the sky has been crying diamonds every time I see it.
But your words here started so optimistically with the idea of a bright fresh new page in my mind, only to bring a rickety old park bench to mind, which is no state for a park bench to be in and then leaving the pen for someone else, surely a slao in the face for a poet such as yourself, when the words don't come. Yet here is the evidence they did. Just please don't put me through such an emotional roller-coaster next time. Its barely morning here and I've still got that line of orphaned lines stuck in my head! 😃

[jacob erin-cilberto]

So sorry, Lorry...I will try to be more careful next time. :)))

[Chris Shaw]

A sad poem after a hard winter. The third stanza is particularly poignant. Unrequited love or the lost ability to write are both equally miserable. The outlook downcast, needs an upturn. A beautiful poem j.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Chris.
j.

[Rosie C]

This is quite an adventurous read.

I like the third stanza the most. It really stands out to me.

I admire the descriptive details in this piece. It has a great insight on the character of the poet.

A pleasure to read. Heart-warming and captivating.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Rosie,
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

what misery! so many abysmal rhymes and lines of "brilliant" prose written on loose leaf, tissue boxes, scraps etc etc ... i read it later and wonder what the heck was I thinking! anyway ... back to your poem .. the scene is so heavy it greys out the Spring for your poet ... and i love the line that follows behind that he will never see .. and his crushed heart goes unrequited ... powerful love poem says i! very relatable and unique ... nice stuff sir!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, E. I appreciate your insights and kind words.
j.

[K. Louis]

There's a strong sense of intention throughout, and the poem captures the ups and downs of writing in a sincere and meaningful way. I especially liked the ending. It brings in a quiet idea about missed inspiration that stays with you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, K.
j.

[Curly Grace]

There’s a soft ache in this… the way a line can follow us even when we’ve stopped looking. Beautifully done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, so true...we stop looking and then the line looks for us.
j.