Young Words

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There is a temporal space

A frozen lake, where words

From heated thoughts spill,

Into symbols upon ice

Slip, fall, even from sure palms

 

The stilled linear water

Layered out into oval

Fed by streams and sources

Have been slowed

By brave swimmers

 

Their heads bob

With white swimming caps

Protecting them from

Elements that cut and draw

Fissures into their hearts

 

There is always a fear

Of falling underneath

The crackling, heard by all

No one says a word, for

Words are to be written

 

The cold, cold mirror

With fractures and weak spots

calls me by my only name

Reaches silenced ears, mine

Threatens by incessant scrawling

 

Tells me of so much more

Of water, a liquid realm

Yet, I cannot see how it runs

It is really two worlds

To know is to drown, twice

 

I watch words tumble

Through a skater’s figure 8,

By time they travel, to

And return iced, always

Younger than I will ever be

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33 Responses to Young Words

  1. thismadmuse says:

    A unique piece, I loved where you took it. Also, great photo!

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  2. Reblogged this on .

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  3. moonskittles says:

    Elan, there is great imagery and celestial feeling to this poem. An ingenious title!! 😀

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  4. Nice thought has been conveyed Elan:)

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  5. Lovely image of the skater and great last stanza.

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  6. It feels like the figure eight–it never ends. My mind just cycles back and forth between the two sides of the mirror. May not have been your intention but that is where my thoughts go.

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  7. calensariel says:

    What an interesting description!

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  8. pratikali says:

    ‘Tells me of so much more

    Of water, a liquid realm

    Yet, I cannot see how it runs

    It is really two worlds

    To know is to drown, twice’

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  9. wrider says:

    I LOVE YOUR POETRY!! Each beautiful breath puffing out temporal images and eternal feelings

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  10. Athena says:

    I just loved this Elan it really touched me deeply, thank you

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  11. anita ibeakanma says:

    Reblogged this on Anita.com.

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  12. WaltR says:

    Holy smokes. This is good. Really really good imagery and direction. You took me on a little journey here!

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  13. Wendi Lynn says:

    “no one says a word, for words are meant to be written.” And those written words are like Jack’s magic beans in my soul. Beautiful write.

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  14. Lindsay D. says:

    ‘calls me by my only name,’ Love that line.

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  15. vivachange77 says:

    I can breathe in what your images express and still not have words to describe how they touch me. I like your otherworldly-ness.

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  16. vafann says:

    This almost made me cry. 🙂

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  17. fracturedduality says:

    Wow. This was so good. I really loved this. Well done!!

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  18. jackiejain says:

    Wow. image is amazing. and beautiful piece..

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