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water and ice
by Kate SwearingenIt was mostly silence before you.
Dont think Id never tried before -
I think I simply never knew how many words there were inside
my head.
You coaxed them out
one by one like a faucet
dripping
slowly
and collecting in a puddle of jumbled thoughts at your feet.
You gathered them in cupfuls
and arranged them for me to see
plainly.
I saw me.
Before I could drink it all back in
you were gone.
My thoughts flew about in raindrops
beating against my window in the dark
and falling to the ground.
I left them there and in winter they froze
in icicle silence.
The sun rises earlier now, and stays out longer
and someone new has come
with the warmth to thaw me.
In the melting rush my
icicles
are swept away, but
your memory remains
and the only word I have left
is
love.
11/07/2007 Posted on 11/08/2007
Copyright © 2026 Kate Swearingen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 11/08/07 at 06:04 AM Very impressive poem; excellent use of simile and metaphor - you craft with them superb images and so seemlessly so that I am, in fact, quite jealous... That is a good thing of course. I especially like those last two stanzas: particularly the line "in icicle silence", as well as the ending which came as a very pleasant surprise. Most excellent poem all a round; it gets a well deserved Poem Of The Day vote from me! ;) |
| Posted by Jim Moore on 11/08/07 at 05:22 PM I agree with Coleman, nicely presented and worded. Well done. |
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