Vain Conversations

Vain Conversations

A Poem by Briana Noël Crane

The little cube of ice in my palm,
So fragile, so brief
Is melting too quickly for my desperate heart to keep up
Slippery, diminishing,
It dissolves and dissipates and slips through the cracks in my fingers
As I urgently blow on it,
My efforts to preserve it futile.

© 2016 Briana Noël Crane

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Added on January 29, 2016
Last Updated on January 29, 2016
Tags: poetry, vanity, futility, melting, disappearing


Briana Noël Crane
Briana Noël Crane

Danville, VA

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