Open Poetry #39 |
Ice Princess |
JLHunter Senior Member
since 2006-10-08
Posts 557CA United States |
Ice Princess I felt the sharp, cold bite of winter’s chill. As I gathered my coat around my battered pride, I looked around for you, but you were gone. I watched my breath coalesce into little clouds of loss, as if I was watching my self-esteem methodically being squeezed out of my pain-seared mind. The day faded into a faint glow of neon. Walking through the woods reminded me how far off the beaten path I was-- in life, in love, and in search of a purpose other than to cry you back home. I thought, wryly, that the “beaten path” was an appropriate metaphor for my life; I was beaten…and I was on that path. You knew that, alone, I was at my worst-- a self-destructive loner with a penchant for vodka. Not the expensive, Russian kind, but the cheap rotgut kind. The kind of vodka that wasn’t even fit to remove the sticky crap left behind after I removed the bandages from my wounded ego. But you never cared for anyone except yourself. The realization that you were gone forever slowly settled through my being and landed firmly at my feet-- allowing me no further movement. I was as frozen to this spot as the dead face of winter over which I trod. Knocked to my knees by the weight of my pain, I sat back on my heels and waited to…die. I consoled myself with a single thought; you never took the time to get to know how nice a guy I was, and missed out on how beautiful you would have looked on the pedestal--the one that I built to hold you above the common folk such as me. I would have given you my hopes, my dreams, my love, my life, my everything and more, but that wasn’t enough. All you had to do was to allow me into your heart. I didn’t want anything from you but your love-- although a kind word would have been as a gift. However, that was too much to ask of an ice princess. You knew how to take, but never how to give-- a black hole to my love and kindness. The coldness you radiated could frost a forest in summertime, and form the icicles hanging heavy from your heart. Where you went, I’ll never know, but it was easy to see that in winter, you could meld into a snow drift, or glide across a frozen lake as does a wisp of wind. What I was left with was an overriding sense of despair, Prompting me to ask myself: did I really love you that much, or did I just hate myself even more? Pinky: Gee, Brain, what are we going to do tonight? |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
first off I love Pinky and the Brain and second off I feel the chill to your words..I'm thinking about my ex when I read this..it hurts, tho he wasn't a nice guy and I gave him all..I kept on giving him second chances until I lost count...sorry home sick..I tend to ramble..but all I'm really trying to say is woah.. If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
What great imagery in these sad lines! Some people seem to just be takers, regardless of a givers situation or how much they've given. "Ice Princess" is a very fitting name for this work. Rae |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
earthy and just plain real John I like this... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
My oh my..this really aches with longing John. Extremely well done...fantastic imagery. Hugs~Nancy Autumn, the year's last loveliest smile~ |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
There is such power in this verse. Hard to stand up again and trust after. Even harder to believe that someone that you love could be so cold. Excellent write John. |
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JLHunter Senior Member
since 2006-10-08
Posts 557CA United States |
Hi, Ceinwyn. Yes, Pinky and the Brain was great! I am sorry to have stirred up such feelings, but then again, this is why I write. I know how you feel, though, as I have definitely been through these thoughts and emotions...more than once, too. Thanks for writing, John I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Khalil Gibran |
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JLHunter Senior Member
since 2006-10-08
Posts 557CA United States |
Hi, Rae. Yes, how true. My "Ice Princess" was a taker and a user her whole life. I was such a sentimental slob for putting up with her for so many years. I found out later that she had moved on, long before she had moved on, if you know what I mean. Thanks for the nice comments. John I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Khalil Gibran |
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JLHunter Senior Member
since 2006-10-08
Posts 557CA United States |
Thanks, TL. I was writing about my life, and that's as real as it gets. John xo I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Khalil Gibran |
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JLHunter Senior Member
since 2006-10-08
Posts 557CA United States |
Thanks, Nancy. Yes, it hurt quite a bit (well, a LOT!) back then, and upon reflection I can still feel the pain... John xo I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Khalil Gibran |
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JLHunter Senior Member
since 2006-10-08
Posts 557CA United States |
Hi, TD. I was stunned into despair and silence, and drank myself into oblivion after such a heartless move on her part. After three years, and literally without any warning, she left and never even glanced back. And I thought that we were going to be married... John I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Khalil Gibran |
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