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Category: Sub Category: Poetry |
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It's Spring, but where did the ice go?
it doesn't leave, it just changes form....
This is a poem I wrote that I wanted to share. It's my original, but based on the form of a Robert Frost poem I read.
Winter Ice
These icicles that in the sunshine play
Transparent light that’s rarely found today,
And like the limbs they hang from, stand and hold,
Will like the limbs they hang from soon change form,
And yet won’t grow to earthly blooms of gold,
But thaw in air as spring gets weeping warm.
The tree remains in rooted solid state
To alter at each season’s timely rate-
But icicles change at a harder price
To melt then merge with space that’s so unseen
This icy tree, this tree-covering ice
One’s on this earth and one is in between.
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