to melt

to melt

A Poem by Emily B

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Gazing at the frozen lake today

and noting the rushing stream

when the rest of the water was solid

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..

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Emily B

7 Years Ago

god I miss you



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wonderful insight linked with a great metaphor. viva la.

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Rich in wisdom and ebbing imagery----a thoughtful and indeed beautiful work.

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And funny that the water can actually be below freezing and still be fluid as long as it keeps moving. That's a fact I'm grateful for as I get older. lol

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Great epiphany piece...so many times people adopt an "all or nothing" attitude, when really things can only happen "a little at a time", as you so aptly put it. I like the flow and the word choice; for such a short poem, you managed to choose just the right imagery. Nicely done.

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Yes. It's amazing to see, isn't it? And always beautiful too.

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Wise words in your poem. I like the feel of the poem. Made me want to go and watch the lake unfreeze. Thank you.
Coyote

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your feeling is Buddhist....so we see how religions are all about the same.
Nice little thought.

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I love the way you can go so deep into the way our souls are - with a simple metaphor - a familiar image. This is exactly how the heart is....how forgiveness is, how a range of emotions are....
Wonderfully penned!

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You have such innate understanding of human nature here, Emily. Imagery and metaphor are defined by your usual air of brilliance....

You indeed have the vision, my friend...

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Added on February 12, 2010
Last Updated on February 15, 2010
Tags: growth, love, repair

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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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