to melt

to melt

A Poem by Emily B

Gazing at the frozen lake today,

noticing

one lonely, rushing stream

when the rest of the water was solid

unmoving--

 

it occurred to me

that no matter how warm the sun

 

the thaw can only happen

 

a little at a time.

© 2010 Emily B


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Emily B
it's a little thought, maybe it will grow

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it's a lot like the mind too..I've found in life and even in doing mind altering plant substances..you can only be shown so much at a time..whether it's subconscious visions or profound ideas..there's layers to the mind..there's reasons people go insane when they take in or give out too much at once..consciousness is a natural flow. Take it from me, I'm borderline manic-depressive.
But anyway, this imagery has the proper pace and poise and grace and flow to make your thoughts and the readers' come alive and converge at just the right spot..

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It may be short- but it holds alot of change.

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A little thought which speaks volumes about how a true transformation comes about. What a metaphor for "Change."

Great piece!
RLG,
Tommy


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No, I think it should reside forever as a powerful seed. What an awesome observation, and even better articulation! You'll have to teach me...

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no matter how warm the sun
the thaw can only happen
a little at a time.

That is so true on so many levels. Metaphorically if we allow our way of doing to become frozen and ridged, change will not come easily. Great write

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Excellent and well written piece. It seems to be an expression rather than a statement which I can dig. kudos:)

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What an inspired thought and so very true - though not something I have ever thought about really. Wonderfully written, of course. I do hope you expand it.

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I find myself in what of a re-run of the motion picture that this piece plays in my mind. This little stream trickled its way to a very soft place in me ^_^

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Creative. Honest.

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1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Lovely how these little revelations occur. You capture it perfectly. Poignant writing.

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Yes.. it will... it will side over and over again.
This is beyond beautiful !

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Tags: growth, love, repair
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Emily B

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