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September 2009 
fire to ice
Posted on Feb 17th, 2008
by 
mary
mary
feather in the snow
finally the storm settles
sunlight through gunmetal clouds
a flashing beacon, heralding hope
to the cold bones trembling in the snow
hoarding mitochondrial warmth
tiny flickering flames
in the beating-hearth, kindling-stoked
between frozen earth and sky
relief comes as sweetness
a stretching of limbs
with twitchy whiskers
and a wary eye
for the normal dangers hovering
at death's door buried
deep in the sky
and the weary heart
sickened with sameness
awakens to the fleeting contrasts
of light pouring to shadow
and love pouring to loss
and breath pouring to life
and life pouring to ice
encasing cold heartless graves
where plastic flowers, like scudded clouds
are pitched against the briar fence
offering creature comfort
to the small and meek
seeking shelter there
yet still the heart sings!
and leaps to the promise
of sunlight piercing cloud
heaven heralding hope
and the earth spinning fire to ice
like a diamond in the eyes of a child
sunlight through gunmetal clouds
a flashing beacon, heralding hope
to the cold bones trembling in the snow
hoarding mitochondrial warmth
tiny flickering flames
in the beating-hearth, kindling-stoked
between frozen earth and sky
relief comes as sweetness
a stretching of limbs
with twitchy whiskers
and a wary eye
for the normal dangers hovering
at death's door buried
deep in the sky
and the weary heart
sickened with sameness
awakens to the fleeting contrasts
of light pouring to shadow
and love pouring to loss
and breath pouring to life
and life pouring to ice
encasing cold heartless graves
where plastic flowers, like scudded clouds
are pitched against the briar fence
offering creature comfort
to the small and meek
seeking shelter there
yet still the heart sings!
and leaps to the promise
of sunlight piercing cloud
heaven heralding hope
and the earth spinning fire to ice
like a diamond in the eyes of a child
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Now, I ask you - what is the matter with people? How could 80 people have read this and not one commented? Is it because it is so totally beyond the reach of the 'every-day' brain that they can't take it in? Is it because it is so shatteringly splendid that they cannot find words to describe their reactions? I'm betting on something very much like that. When “Wow, this is great” doesn't come near to touching something this sublime, what IS said is - nothing. I can't decide if the photograph or the poem is the most stunning - luckily no one said I had to. I can say, 'they are one thing and that one thing is beyond my ability to adequately describe it in words.' That is about the size of it. And I'm fairly sure it was the size of it for the last 80 people as well.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
THIS guy might have managed an adequate comment, but he hasn't written much lately.
oh dryad! i can't tell you how much your words mean to me. I read them enroute home and cried, hard. i miss zaadz so much! but it seemed that my postings were not arousing much interest, and my life was such a mess for so many reasons, i drifted away, and felt so guilty for abandoning and betraying my dear friends. And here you are, leaving tracks in my snow, and licking my heart with your tongue of fire. I love you! Thank you! From the bottom to the overflowing tops of my heart!
and even as i write this, tears, and wanting so much for you to be okay, and near me.