4 Little Wing Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
4 Little Wing
An igloo warm with your memory
Breaking through the icy barrier
I will drop a line for sustenance
With patience by this fishing hole
I will always miss the summer days
Sprawled like Indians after a hunt
Legs stretched careless on the lawn
A twinkle in the eye, an easy smile
Gazing skyward on our backs dreaming
A blade of grass to mark a happy grin
Light clouds pass, too faint for shadows
No signs of storm clouds brewing
These days by this ice hole I wonder
As cracks spread with the weight of regret
Somewhere below, hidden from my sight
The sorrow of desire stirs and slips away
This is a wistful poem full of concrete and expressive imagery. I love that you included an igloo and an ice fishing hole. I've seen several igloos here in my neighborhood as our weather has been below zero for days now. It's cold. The line, Crack spread with the weight of regret speaks volumes to me. The darkness and gloom weighs heavily on us all, but the memories of summer still brings a twinkle to the eye and there is hope in the fishing line dropped through the hole in the ice. This is a great poem, representing a wide range of emotion and feeling, yet anchored to the earth with your images of winter, summer, and ice fishing. Well done Edmund! :)
Thank you Pam, you have expressed the sentiments that I wished to convey, how can a person writing ask for more? I love the metaphor and the story line for a message just like yo do.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:01:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Somewhere below! Thanks for sharing.