Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Snow and Ice (Poem)

Snow and Ice

We speak,
you bracing

your words
of snow

against my slivers
of ice.

Picture steles
deflecting

the sound
of loss

without
the wanting.

What breaks

apart
becomes two

floes stilled,
missing

their chance
to collide

below water.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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18 comments:

  1. ReflectionsOctober 18, 2011 at 9:47 AM

    Stunning images... yet a difficult road for communication between two souls. Nice write.

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  2. Kathleen OverbyOctober 18, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    Antarctic emotional freeze. Grief.

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  3. AnonymousOctober 18, 2011 at 11:38 AM

    cold

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  4. KathleenOctober 18, 2011 at 11:39 AM

    Oooh, gripping, chilling, beautiful, and sad.

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  5. GlynnOctober 18, 2011 at 1:51 PM

    What keeps running through my mind as I read this is "Fire and Ice." And I wonder which is more destructive. Fine poem, Maureen.

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  6. S. EtoleOctober 18, 2011 at 1:55 PM

    A frosty conversation no doubt!

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  7. Hannah StephensonOctober 18, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    So you have a mind of winter right now, huh.

    Snow and ice are often lumped (packed?) into the same category, but I like how you show their textural difference, and how language that seems to come from the same place can leave us drifting apart.

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  8. Jenne' R. Andrews October 18, 2011 at 3:23 PM

    Into the depths of intimacy... I especially love these lines, Maureen;

    What breaks

    apart
    becomes two

    floes stilled...

    xxxj

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  9. hedgewitchOctober 18, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    ' the sound of loss/ without the wanting..' a haunting sound that would be. The close is an excellent trope for the elusive quality of intimacy and true understanding

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  10. Brian MillerOctober 18, 2011 at 7:44 PM

    oh this is emotive...the freezing of two hearts, icebergs slowly drifting apart, not even kissing the surface...

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  11. ayalaOctober 18, 2011 at 10:20 PM

    Sad.....

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  12. PatriciaOctober 18, 2011 at 11:46 PM

    gripping image... makes me feel sad...
    but it is "without the wanting" that is so haunting.

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  13. RuthOctober 19, 2011 at 5:14 AM

    Beautiful and chilling. Lovely. I sat on a high berth (15 feet) of ice at Lake Michigan's shore one winter and watched ice floes below, mesmerized.

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  14. BeachannyOctober 19, 2011 at 11:34 AM

    Cold - colder than an ice rink in North Dakota in the winter. Zam snow in the compressor room and ice outside and in. That's the feeling of this poem. Funnily enough, that's how I feel when I get angry - empty and really cold. Excellent exploration in minimum amount of words. You rock!

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  15. Ann LeFloreOctober 19, 2011 at 9:52 PM

    this is so sad but yet it will grip you and has a chill to it at the same time
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/18/farewell-my-three-legged-friend/

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  16. UnknownOctober 20, 2011 at 9:27 AM

    touching piece "their chance to collide below water" a lovely series ~ Rose

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  17. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryOctober 20, 2011 at 10:28 AM

    a sad piece,
    very wittily put.
    :)

    love the simple words, yet powerful thoughts you deliver here,

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  18. Michael AnnOctober 23, 2011 at 1:12 AM

    Amazing. That's exactly how it feels.

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