ICE

Mississippi River Ice Jam

Jagged edge
Cut like a knife
glint of silver
bouncing light
draw
sharp
words

Dark blue
to depth of black
black and blue
cold
like
ice

Mirror image
reflecting back
a depth of
what
you
see

What you give
and if that’s nothing
what you take
deep
dark
desire

Is that you?
Do you
slide up
against the edge
pushing up
to a point?

Jam to
a stop
still
until you
sink
silent

Until there’s
A shift
A rearrangement
A gliding past
of what’s still
to what moves

dog by river

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One Comment

  1. Compelling words to ponder Maery especially…

    Do you
    slide up
    against the edge
    pushing up
    to a point?

    Jam to
    a stop
    still
    until you
    sink
    silent

    I think I do at times and feel the cold….maybe its time to shift myself.

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