to melt

to melt

A Poem by Emily B

Gazing at the frozen lake today,

noticing

one lonely, rushing stream

when the rest of the water was solid

unmoving--

 

it occurred to me

that no matter how warm the sun

 

the thaw can only happen

 

a little at a time.

© 2010 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
it's a little thought, maybe it will grow

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it's a lot like the mind too..I've found in life and even in doing mind altering plant substances..you can only be shown so much at a time..whether it's subconscious visions or profound ideas..there's layers to the mind..there's reasons people go insane when they take in or give out too much at once..consciousness is a natural flow. Take it from me, I'm borderline manic-depressive.
But anyway, this imagery has the proper pace and poise and grace and flow to make your thoughts and the readers' come alive and converge at just the right spot..

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 14 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

7 Years Ago

god I miss you



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True...and not always where one expects it to be..

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I wish this train i'm on will just slow down a bit so I can learn to write like this..
dana

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I could see this thought growing. Even if it does not, that is quite alright. I think this poem has the organic depth of a haiku. It touches that moment of natural realization that provides enlightenment about the piece of nature you are looking at and the world. That makes the poem really precious.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this has been a good day to return to this, for sure; I think I see spring and complimentary conditions on the horizon. Don't worry about the thickness of the ice, Emily. If you're chosen for baptism, it'll make sense, and the chill won't corrupt the integrity of your bones..not as far as I can tell anyway

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This hit close to home, it's really quite beautiful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

thank you
Lovely little thought ..so true

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Relevance in increments.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah...

Your poetry can make any heart thaw...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It will grow like the water in the stream.....Great write.....Whisk

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's less relevant the rate of the change, than that every droplet thawed increases the rate of thaw! It only take the slightest impetus to begin the process, but, once begun, it is irrevocable! And what makes this poem so beautiful is that it applies to EVERYTHING: The close-mindedness, the human heart, prejudice in society, every-thing is opened more, if only someone or something will open it FIRST! A really lovely thought, Emily.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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