Icebergs

Some poems are like icebergs

calving from the glacier that

flows from birth to death, memories

frozen within its cyanotic depth,

sometimes clear, sometimes

smeared with love, lust,

jealousy, desire, antipathy,

ambivalence, all crystallized in

immobile splendour, all unique,

all right and wrong, all destined to

drip away into an ocean no more

salty for all the tears.

 

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  • Nada Adel Sobhi  On November 27, 2013 at 10:07 pm

    Can I say “I’m in love”?
    Well I am! The extended image is fantastic with bits of alliteration.. ❤ ❤

    Me being me, I'd prefer:
    "sometimes clear, sometimes
    smeared with love, lust,"

    to be:
    "sometimes clear,
    sometimes smeared
    with love, lust,"

    for the alliteration and the flow while reading it – again it's my reading, which is probably different from what you had in mind while writing it.

    I loved it nonetheless.
    Keep on writing 🙂

    Nada

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