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
A unique piece, I loved where you took it. Also, great photo!
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank You
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Elan, there is great imagery and celestial feeling to this poem. An ingenious title!! 😀
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Nice thought has been conveyed Elan:)
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Lovely image of the skater and great last stanza.
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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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Yes
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nice
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So lovely…
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What an interesting description!
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‘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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breathtaking
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I LOVE YOUR POETRY!! Each beautiful breath puffing out temporal images and eternal feelings
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Thanks!
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I just loved this Elan it really touched me deeply, thank you
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Holy smokes. This is good. Really really good imagery and direction. You took me on a little journey here!
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“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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‘calls me by my only name,’ Love that line.
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Beautiful. :3
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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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This almost made me cry. 🙂
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Wonderful
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Wow. This was so good. I really loved this. Well done!!
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Wow
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Wow. image is amazing. and beautiful piece..
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