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T O P I C R E V I E WAyeletIcebergwere I an icebergall I needed wassun and wavesto stop beingThe clock's hand points: oneUnder the waterfreezes to a pointAbovethe sun is meltingthy headwhich reigns abovesweating and weepingover my burialmirage29The last lines were especially pretty... you were not alone. That's good.AyeletYes, that is good.RandallLoves it.PearltyLove the imagery in this Ayelet. AyeletThank you Randall and PearltyRandallYou're welcome.thequeenIt's very beautiful.. AyeletThanks Thequeen HRH-FishAreFishI think about Iceberg a lot, Ayelet...I guess that means I really like your poem. The house I live in is perched on a river bluff. The view is beautiful winter or summer. Summertime the river is bustling with life, busy boaters, jet skis, dedicated fisherman, ducks and geese with their new broods. But in the winter, there is this wonderful frozen-in-time stillness, maybe an occasional ice fisherman or two. A couple springs ago, the moment the ice melted, huge flocks of birds converged upon the newly open water. It was quite spectacular, I've never seen so many water fowl packed so densely on a body of water than I did that spring.I can really relate to your poem as it captures the essence of the water element in nature for me, as it morphs in it's visible state from solid to liquid, and then back again.(With my username, I don't have to point out that I was born under the sign of water, do I? )Being watery, am I emotionally a puddle? Or am I emotionally frozen?Isn't the death of an iceberg really the birth of something else?Just sharing some stuff I ponder when your poem comes to mind...LOve & LIght ,HRH StephanieAyeletThank you HRH Stephanie, for your warm response. It feels good to know someone else connects to what I wrote. I don't have that kind of view from My window. I haven't watched an iceberg in real life, but I imagine it. I am also of a watery sign, cancerian. So I guess it sort of helped me to write about it.It sounds like a lovely view!Good night FaithI'm really intrigued by this, Ayelet...it's such beautiful imagery, and a poignant metaphor. Very well-spoken.I'm only confused by the word "thy." I was expecting to see "my."Will you explain?AyeletThank you Faith. I am using the word "thy" because I am splitting the "I" in half in order to create a couple: the buried one and the mourning one.AyeletIt is also dividing the iceberg to the masculine principle and the feminine ptinciple, the seen and the unseen, consciousness and unconsciousnessPearltyBeautiful imagery! quote:Originally posted by HRH-FishAreFish:I think about Iceberg a lot, Ayelet...I guess that means I really like your poem. The house I live in is perched on a river bluff. The view is beautiful winter or summer. Summertime the river is bustling with life, busy boaters, jet skis, dedicated fisherman, ducks and geese with their new broods. But in the winter, there is this wonderful frozen-in-time stillness, maybe an occasional ice fisherman or two. A couple springs ago, the moment the ice melted, huge flocks of birds converged upon the newly open water. It was quite spectacular, I've never seen so many water fowl packed so densely on a body of water than I did that spring.I can really relate to your poem as it captures the essence of the water element in nature for me, as it morphs in it's visible state from solid to liquid, and then back again.(With my username, I don't have to point out that I was born under the sign of water, do I? )Being watery, am I emotionally a puddle? Or am I emotionally frozen?Isn't the death of an iceberg really the birth of something else?Just sharing some stuff I ponder when your poem comes to mind...LOve & LIght ,HRH Stephanie
were I an icebergall I needed wassun and wavesto stop being
The clock's hand points: oneUnder the waterfreezes to a pointAbovethe sun is meltingthy headwhich reigns abovesweating and weepingover my burial
The house I live in is perched on a river bluff. The view is beautiful winter or summer. Summertime the river is bustling with life, busy boaters, jet skis, dedicated fisherman, ducks and geese with their new broods. But in the winter, there is this wonderful frozen-in-time stillness, maybe an occasional ice fisherman or two. A couple springs ago, the moment the ice melted, huge flocks of birds converged upon the newly open water. It was quite spectacular, I've never seen so many water fowl packed so densely on a body of water than I did that spring.
I can really relate to your poem as it captures the essence of the water element in nature for me, as it morphs in it's visible state from solid to liquid, and then back again.
(With my username, I don't have to point out that I was born under the sign of water, do I? )
Being watery, am I emotionally a puddle? Or am I emotionally frozen?
Isn't the death of an iceberg really the birth of something else?
Just sharing some stuff I ponder when your poem comes to mind...
LOve & LIght ,HRH Stephanie
It sounds like a lovely view!
Good night
I'm only confused by the word "thy."
I was expecting to see "my."
Will you explain?
quote:Originally posted by HRH-FishAreFish:I think about Iceberg a lot, Ayelet...I guess that means I really like your poem. The house I live in is perched on a river bluff. The view is beautiful winter or summer. Summertime the river is bustling with life, busy boaters, jet skis, dedicated fisherman, ducks and geese with their new broods. But in the winter, there is this wonderful frozen-in-time stillness, maybe an occasional ice fisherman or two. A couple springs ago, the moment the ice melted, huge flocks of birds converged upon the newly open water. It was quite spectacular, I've never seen so many water fowl packed so densely on a body of water than I did that spring.I can really relate to your poem as it captures the essence of the water element in nature for me, as it morphs in it's visible state from solid to liquid, and then back again.(With my username, I don't have to point out that I was born under the sign of water, do I? )Being watery, am I emotionally a puddle? Or am I emotionally frozen?Isn't the death of an iceberg really the birth of something else?Just sharing some stuff I ponder when your poem comes to mind...LOve & LIght ,HRH Stephanie
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