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..
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.
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
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.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..