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Ice Sculpture


Ice Sculpture


Ice dancer, alone in the dark
after lights out,
entranced in your music,
gliding night’s bounty of majesty.
Snow shovelers, working magic
day travelers never imagine,
elves gracefully change dangerous
nature, natural challenges to rational
managers, to daily commuters, to
market computers, to those that matter.
Sculpture, sensual rapture, beautiful
dancers
brief capture in a camera only I can
be, a target, a heart of deepening beat,
alone in the dark.


February 16, 2014
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Hi libra,

I am winter weary, so it’s nice to read a positive take on the season. Setting the poem at night adds to the mystery and wonder of the scene. I particularly like the ending and the image of N as a camera. I also like the way the poem highlights and contrasts the industry of the snow workers with the grace of the ice dancers.

The only line that doesn't work for me is “gliding night’s bounty of majesty.” Or more precisely, the phrase “bounty of majesty.” I can’t really visualize that or even feel it. I think I understand intellectually what you are going after: a sense of awe a nature’s snowy abundance and beauty. Hmm, well, that is a shift in my perspective, so maybe the line does work after all.

Thanks for posting, libra.
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L---

I felt an objective observer, sympathetic, objective, but alone in the cold and ice. it is natural to ask if the ice dancer has a partner---
   

no, except for the observer.


musical poem.


but i also thought of the sharon olds poem:



These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.






bernie

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Fall

Bob Grenier: the leaves / falling / out of the / water by the / table
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