Open Poetry #6 |
Broken Ice |
christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
The ice on my windshield < !signature-->is much like my soul, determined and strong when new. Yet tap long enough on the same solid spot, and soon you are bound to break through. For with just the first crack of this once solid form pieces break quickly away, until what was once sturdy losses its hold, along with the will to stay. Soon it is melting, the ice and my soul, it crumbles like all broken dreams. The rock of its being was a simple mirrage, that flows away now in crystalized streams. Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer [This message has been edited by christies heart (edited 02-22-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ChristiesHeart~ I like the image of the ice cracking ... love sometimes has to enter through the melting. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
An excellent analogy, Christie, and very well delivered...liked this one! Claire |
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January Flowers Member
since 2000-02-01
Posts 209South Carolina |
Christies Heart~ Your choice of wording in this writing is simply remarkable. You have taken a very abstract emotional state and described in comparrison so perfectly how a heart can become shielded. I LOVE THIS ONE! Great Job. |
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January Flowers Member
since 2000-02-01
Posts 209South Carolina |
...or would that be "unshielded"? |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Marge..thank you for your thoughtful response. You are so right about love breaking through. This poem, though, is written for my sister who is dealing with the conflict that happens when love for another is sometimes not enough..and how a person can wear your self esteem down. This hardness or "wall" is not the defensive kind..its the kind of self love and strength. Sometimes as you say, love has to break through. In this case it would be self love I suppose! : : : Claire..Thanks for such a nice response and for reading my poem. January Flowers...I really appreciate your kind words. As I wrote about the meaning of the poem in my life I did wonder if the heart in someways is becoming shilded in another way by the melting away of its strength..... Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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