Ice age reflection



Who can believe in spring
in this diverted ice age
of deep-freeze constancy in lethargy,
depression, anguish and sterility,
where there is hardly any space and outlet
but for languishment, surrender and despair?
They say the snow is white and pure and beautiful,
it is, of course, but just to look at, not to live in,
and we are obliged to be snowed-in indefinitely,
ruthlessly buried alive by winter.
Still, the spring is somewhere waiting for us,
although it seems farther off than ever,
hardly even to be dreamt of by a realist;
and meanwhile we will have to be content
with all the charm of this delightful
pure white beautiful sterility and hardness
of at least a temporary ice age.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-12 at 13:18

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what a gr8 image u have brought to my mind...oh god this was so so deep...and this line was perfect

They say the snow is white and pure and beautiful,
it is, of course, but just to look at, not to live in,


thank u for sharing every bit of ink :)
2010-02-17


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Intesting write , but when the snow terns to slush and ice , then spring seems so far a way , to far a way , seems the ice age is hear to stay , to offtan I seem to be flat on me back looking at the pregnant clouds with more to come , oh to I long to winge of the baking sun!
:)
2010-02-13


Rob Graber
I like the image of winter as a temporary Ice Age; also, lines 7-8 epitomize a view of snow wholly in line with my own!
2010-02-12