Solution
A moon-sliced ice cube
Plopped playful in a soda pop
I shriek and crack erratic
And begin my glacial melt
In a slow swirl of commingling
Solid-cold and bubbly-warm
Both forms of me, matter
-me
pic by me
A moon-sliced ice cube
Plopped playful in a soda pop
I shriek and crack erratic
And begin my glacial melt
In a slow swirl of commingling
Solid-cold and bubbly-warm
Both forms of me, matter
-me
pic by me
~ by April on April 8, 2019.
Posted in Humanity, Identity, Whimsy
Tags: cold, Cool, Failure, Identity, lesson, Liqud, Matter, Me, melt, Poetry, Right, shame, Solution, Sweet, Tough, Voice, vulnerability, Warm, Whole, Wrong
waiting glacially for the solution, there’s a whole lot of bobbing going on, especially if you stir it every once in a while – or blow bubbles through a straw