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Row The Iceberg

by Chris Sorrenti


Got these old oars paddling again
on a crystal-clear morning
my heart caressed
by a new found forward movement

She'll go her way and I’ll go mine
and some night in the dark
wonder if we happened at all
this mountain of ice I’ve slowly become
drifting towards warmer seas

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03/17/2005

Posted on 03/17/2005
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/18/05 at 03:29 PM

strong positivism without negating ties of the past. Good comparison. We all go through the ice age, then the meltdown eventually, don't we? But we don't turn to rock, that's what's important. Lovely, happy-sad analogy

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 03/19/05 at 05:02 AM

Longing and hope wrapped up neatly in an effective metaphor - another gem from your personal archives! d:-)

Posted by Dan Garcia-Black on 03/21/05 at 07:05 PM

Thanks, I needed that poem.

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 03/25/05 at 05:05 PM

Nice piece Chris...Yessss...Congrats, my friend :)

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/26/05 at 01:06 AM

Congratulations on poem of the day Chris, Good one. Did you buy the oars at an oar house?...Charlie

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/13/05 at 12:00 PM

floating toward warmer seas is at least liberating and better than stuck in the cradle without a rattle, the she toddler and future heartbreaker who is destined to make greater racket than love and spurned.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/18/09 at 06:47 PM

Oh, how you gather me into this float, hoping not to be sunk by some other passing iceberg. I like the self reflection and willingness to accept human foibles and still keep on paddling to warmer waters. Good images and great thoughts.

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