The Ice Beneath

Eternity drifts over and athwart freezing in place
Its dawn tipped shimmering powder bunches up
Like the way dust finds the sexy bare naked curves
Of history eventually resting into willing settlement
In only the most remarkable and compelling events
Gathering upon catenaries, craters, nooks, extinctions
Astroid vestiges, and within the dark side of Gaia’s womb
Woven testimony to earth’s stages of development
Twisting double helical strands of an arctic tapestry


Epoch epitaphs etched in gnarled waves of vast indigo
Gods of rock, marble, permafrost, sea, bones, breath
Forgotten icy dregs afloat in the wake of man’s shadow
The cold always numb, constant, plodding and slow
It vocalizes friction, snapping, pops and loud cracks
Like the joints of old men creaking in rocking chairs
Pining for good music and the way things used to be
Back when New Orleans, Bangkok and polar bears
Weren’t all gone and lying at the bottom of the sea



A Celebration of Life for Ice at earthweal

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, ThetigressAwakens.wordpress.com and my poetry only blog, Everydayoneironaut.wordpress.com. Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

10 thoughts on “The Ice Beneath

  1. This poem has such impact, especially that polar bear lying at the bottom of the sea. Sigh. I am gob-smacked by the wilful blindness of Those Who (were elected to) Lead, the smugness as they blather on about the great god Economy. A wonderful poem.

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  2. The brush strokes here are geologic-celestial, sweeps of firmaments and long dominions (“Gathering upon catenaries, craters, nooks, extinctions / Astroid vestiges”). A far time that sweeps us all away with the vanished arctic. “The dark side of Gaia’s womb” suggests a forbidding moonscape littered with”epoch epitaphs” all become a seascape drowning all. Yikes and amen.

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