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
The Ice Beneath

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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Appreciate your comment and hosting Earthweal, Sherry….t’was a great challenge this week!!
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Intricate and beautiful. This one touches all the senses. I can actually hear the cold through your words. The ending is unexpected, alarming, and stunning. Sweet damn.
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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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Oh goodness this is quite wonderful.
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Man’s shadow is way too vast…
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Sadness like a hole
in existence
flowing with the melting
of glacial ice
If only impending doom
could be frozen
in it’s relentless gloom
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What a fabulous poem! So vivid, you can feel it. Great photo as well, but as you look at it, you become saddened about the affects of global warming.
Thanks for the follow.
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This feels like it could come depressingly true 😦
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And I wrote this before hurricane IAn….sadly
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