Ice Poem by M.J. Lemon
Ice
The humble ice cube
reminded me of us
of where we were and how
we lived and then it spoke
Saying, do you remember
that other day when i sat?
There i was on the counter
doing much of nothing
I crackled and twitched
and sweat began to run
until that was done
little had begun
All at once i shifted and
moved and ran along until i
was all gone, no more
what i did to bore
my exit through impasse
thanks to heat and light
cost my being and makes me ask
do you too live as ice passing?
We all are like melting ice cubes, start our journey as water, then changed in a crystal capable of refracting light in a rainbow, then we start melting and changed in water. Great poem! .
I love how emotional this poem brings but the first stanza hit my head so strong! what a great metaphor, loved it very much!
An ice passing reminds me too much of depression and being in that state is most definitely a deadlock, a place I don; t like to be, You took me in though and I could feel the tension build as I sat in an almost nothing state. I love when a poet does that, taking me to the place where they are in word...Excellent poem.....
Thank you so much. Your remarks...well, they give writing a purpose. Thank you again.
' do you too live as ice passing? ' I sure hope I don't but your poem should make everyone think. Is there more in life that I want? If there is, don't be an ice cube.
Thanks so much, Darlene. I really hope no one would settle for being the ice cube.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Did you feel something constrict down there? That was a green thumb from me! ! !