he talked of
an iceberg
tall and formidable
a vast mass set adrift
floating silently
alone
in dark blue blue and orange
to the thin whine of the whales
haunting
doomed to dissipate
and melt into nothingness
to disappear
and not leave a trace
this could be me
she thought
and wondered
why
why she was smiling
not phased
in the slightest
sipping yet another
soupcon of port
i like how you go wonder why...and then it flows into a repeat in the last stanza
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smiles....and interesting comparison to an ice berg, destined to melt....it also could be taken several ways by your end...
ReplyDeleteYep, you have to be a mind reader to understand my poems or super sympatico. You come close sometimes Mr. Miller:)
DeleteAt the rate the Arctic ice currentl is melting, the fellow in this poem is really talking about the end of the world -- which no one actually does, of course! Just act natural. Maybe it will go away.
ReplyDeleteOr perhaps that should be "the whine of the thinning whales"?
Imagine my disappointment when she was still in port while the occasion called for something stronger and more appropriate -- on the rocks!
Oh dear Charles...on the rocks will come soon enough LOL
Deleteyes, there are times that melting into nothing - disappearing - has incredible appeal
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