Sea Ice

inspired by the line "“when there is nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire” -by the Stars, song “Your Ex-Lover is Dead”

You were so satisfied

when this little boat of mine

broke upon the rocks,

crashing on your cold small

island. With enough waves

and fog and sea ice,

it was easy to forget

I was there. You just got to

visit every now and then.

 

Maybe you thought

I would wait, forever;

in the cold, in the damp,

in the dark. You forgot

a couple of things. I have faced

worse than you. I am a child

of the universe itself. I have

the mind of an inventor

and the fire of galaxies

in my soul. I have the patience

of continents but also

 

the wrath of supernovas.

My ancestors whisper to me

from high places; they tell me

where to look when I

am blind. You wanted me

to die here, forgotten and with

my story of you, unwritten.

You cannot command the

earth not to move, nor the

volcano not to erupt from

subterranean places where

the soul goes to recover.

 

Every woman’s love story deserves

to be written in sand, or stone.

Or blood. I love you, and because

I love you, I will no longer fight.

I ask your God for forgiveness;

I send you only to mine, for

the weighing of the courage

in your heart.

Me I surrender to the waves.

And the fog. You thought maybe

I was blind. But all this time-

 

I was studying: the making

and sailing of holy vessels.

I tore the ship apart, the one

that brought me here. I am

rebuilding it, stronger, with a

sextant that can decipher mysteries.

I will wreck blind upon no more

islands.

 

You cannot drown me with

the sea ice you used to keep

me a prisoner of your silence.

For my soul is made from galaxies

and I was born to write

the world’s greatest and most

tragic love stories.

 

I weave your darkness

into something to keep me warm.

Light your candle on whatever

shore you want. I am looking

for that home where I can

go give birth to a star.

My light will blaze across

entire oceans

and maybe, one day

you will see it again 

and realize- all you

ever had to do, was ask

for it. It was always yours.

 

 

Author's Note

photo is mine, Volcan Santa Maria on a feeezing cold morning

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

"Maybe you thought

I would wait, forever;

in the cold, in the damp,

in the dark. You forgot

a couple of things. I have faced

worse than you. I am a child

of the universe itself. I have

the mind of an inventor

and the fire of galaxies

in my soul. I have the patience

of continents but also.."



those words were beautiful love the poem, thanks for entry into my competition, good luck

[wordman]

loved the write,the emotions and the folklore

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love the metaphors you used here what a brilliant beautiful penned piece of art love the images it conveyed good luck in my competition thanks 🙏

[emmajoy]

The sadness and need for this person runs like a weeping stream from the first word to the last. Certain of your phrases sting.. pain this reader so - goodness knows how the poet might have felt, does feel, when the lnaguage speaks to self. ' .. I have the patience - of continents but also the wrath of supernovas. - My ancestors whisper to me - from high places; they tell me where to look when I am blind. '

Can only guess that your love gave all it could, yet was not alwas awarded the respect and reciprocation you so deeply deserve. There appears to be a difference of faith, of depth of being yet.. even so where and when appear to capitulate, you still feel need to prove more and more.. yet continue to love.. and want it to be forever. A desperation in your words, yet, a strange compassion for the other person, the lover, the being . Wonderful writing, long yes, but a love like this deserves the depth and width of language.. Will come back, dear R.