English: A monk ice skating on a frozen river. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
‘A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us’ Franz Kafka
This bloodless fluid in stasis
Ancient ocean frozen like a lake
for lighthearted ice skating
in the depths of winter
I am but a surface, still
to be written on as skates
would slice my brittle surface
Never knowing the deep, within
Can I write of what is underneath
Simmering like a pot about to boil
awaiting its moment
to arise as leviathan and awake
freed from the slumber of the ice?
Take this axe to me now
Rend the truth from my solid denial
On the page witness blood and pain
and deep aspects so finely etched
While my frozen fortress reigns
I am a liar and a fool
A thief in your night, but open wounds
through words are laid bare
and the ice will break and thaw
like freedom on the first morning
of Spring
© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved
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I love the feeling I get when reading this. So very beautiful.
Thanks Ionia!! 🙂 🙂
I get the impression you write a lot of poems about hope and expectation and this is another for me. That you want your persona’s to be brave and look deeper into you to discover the the riches below your surface. I wonder. This was another good one Helen.
Thanks so much Michael – you are probably right, but mainly because hope is an emotion I have deep problems with myself – it’s not an emotion that has been kind to me for the most part. : 🙂
There’s a few poems within that response Helen….
Very true!! 🙂 🙂
Really a powerful poem about the urgings submerged below the ice of our fascades. Great read. >KB
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Brilliant, Helen!! I loved the feel and flow of this one. xxxx 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Hey Helen! Ever thought of participating in this?
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2013-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-guidelines?et_mid=644205&rid=239320469
Looks like fun – probably don’t have enough time to commit to this for this round but will keep it in mind for when my work life settles a bit by mid next year! 🙂 :),