One Single Impression


My foot slips through
Ice made thin
By the sure light
Of late February

And I sink up to my shin.
But for the waterproofing
On my new Earth shoe
My foot would be wet and cold.

As it is, only my leg freezes
As I schlep along
Trying to feel,

As the ice has,

The full benefit
Of a blazing February sun.

In that brief exchange of
Energy between me and the Earth
Somewhere below the ice

I have discovered
She is no victim of winter's iron maiden
But a playful girl
Waking in her own good time
Under a white blanket

That frays and tatters
Moment by moment
Even as it quite accidentally
And imperfectly
Hold this world together.

Comments

  1. "...a playful girl
    Waking in her own good time
    Under a white blanket"

    Absolutely gorgeous writing!

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  2. fun poem, like the personification of nature...

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  3. Nice, Sandy. It seems we all have spring on the brain. So many people writing about, longing and looking for Spring!

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  4. Magical! Both your photo and your write.

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  5. I love the imagery in your poem. It's lovely. So is the photo.

    Nice to be back reading and appreciating your work.

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  6. Terrific imagery and a wonderful poem and photo for the day as always, Sandy! Hope you have a wonderful weekend -- maybe a little sun??? Just as I typed this, a glorious ray of sun slipped through the window over my desk! You may have blessed my weekend!! Enjoy!

    Sylvia

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  7. I love doing that .
    I remember I used to do a lot of that back east but out here in BC we don't do much. I will have to begin going out more and doing more of these things again. Up until lately I haven't had much of a chance.
    Thanks for the memories :)

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  8. Beautiful poem! I could picture myself in that position . . . I especially love your description -- "√ľnder a white blanket that frays and tatters". . .

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  9. Love the poem and what a great shot to match.

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  10. Thank you for a beautiful poem -- I really like it. And your picture is simply gorgeous.

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  11. like this one; it plays nicely with that fragile edge between winter and spring. Been thinking about you lately and wondering how Dell and Clyde are doing, and how you all weathered the big snowy winter.

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  12. You painted a clear picture in my mind. Beautifully written.

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  13. This is truly lovely! Out of a slight mishap you've created a masterpiece. Well done Sandy. Here's to the warmth of spring in the air!!!

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  14. Interesting thoughts in this very nice poem, and the image is so beautiful!

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  15. Beautiful description of late winter...
    Have a lovely Sunday,
    xoxo

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  16. Ah, you captured it. The last remaining days of winter. Spring is trying to break through.

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  17. the imperfect is perfect...

    lovely word play.
    thanks..

    feel free to share 1 to 3 old poems with us tonight.

    Happy Sunday!

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  18. Anonymous7:53 PM

    A nicely-captured impression of that weird effect where there's a bright, hot sun mixed with freezing cold. And that "iron maiden" metaphor is a good one: at this point in winter, let us out already!

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  19. surreal Sandy I had some very clear images in my mind while reading this and the last line is fantastic!

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  20. Amazing imagery Sandy. I love the last stanza especially. Poetically stunning!

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  21. Anonymous9:46 PM

    You always have the most beautiful way with words Sandy.

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  22. I liked it Sandy..as always..

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  23. Loved this-can totally visualize it as well- and thank goodness for the weatherproofed earht shoes! This stanza is amazing:"I have discovered
    She is no victim of winter's iron maiden
    But a playful girl
    Waking in her own good time
    Under a white blanket"

    Here's to an early spring and early thaw!

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  24. Brrrr I have had that wet leg many times. It is a nice thought of the earth awakening slowly as the blanket of ice and snow retreats.

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  25. I absolutely loved the picture these words evoke!

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  26. I wonder if 127 hours inspired this poem! very well written.

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  27. Enjoyable and and the season is in a transitional phase!! Your words created a nice picture in my mind!!

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  28. I enjoyed your verse and was amused by your incongruous use of the word "schlep."
    Mad Kane

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