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


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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..

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Emily B

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god I miss you



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Lovely little poem. An annecdote of beauty, and I don't see why this thought needs to grow. It's pretty powerful on it's own. This was written vividly and I enjoyed the ambuigity you allowed the poem to land on.

Nature often takes us to that comtemplative place inside ourselves, where we start to question the way things are, and care to start living in the now.

;)

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It is a grower, definitely. I like the way Mother Nature is in control, no matter how hard we try. It's kind of levelling. Lovely poem Emily.

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How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time...

this poem is very "Tao"... everything has it's own process and time. we can only get in the way if we choose to interfere.

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Wonderful! How true on so many levels...

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That's a beautiful metaphor. Very reflective. It made me think, and it will probably continue to make me think.

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beautiful. ;)

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Even if you bring the heat, there are times that the lake has layers and layers of ice, like a glacier. It takes constant warmth in order to peel away all those layers. That which flows closest to the bank, has warmth and shelter along the bank.

Tony

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Wise words from a wonderful wise poetess..:-)

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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
same with hearts...

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