Contemplating Life on a Frozen Pond

My thoughts seem to wander

Caught between the ice and frigid water

Of my looking-glass pond

 

Directionless, but not desperate

Alone in the woods, I had no one to confer with

So I spoke to the water spirits

 

Warmed by my own contemplation

As they listened while I shared without worry

Spilling the contents of my soul

 

Life sometimes at an impasse

Daily events keep the hours passing

But ultimately only measuring time

 

Some call it an invisible wall

A glass ceiling or perhaps one of ice

Opaque yet also transparent

 

Out of reach, or out of sight

It’s all about perspective and your objective

Limitless is the only limitation

 

Taking that first step

Perhaps situationally not as tenuous

As a walk on the frozen pond

 

Nevertheless it’s one necessary

For without step one, step two doesn’t happen

Standing still only makes you cold

 

Convincing oneself

Unlocking that which stands in the way

Preventing clear communication

 

For speaking with spirits

Requires a superior kind of listening

And a mind worthy of opening

 

After all we’re just seeking space

And the air trapped between the ice and water

Gives us room to breathe

 

More Winter-themed Poetry from R.J. Schwartz

Winter Wonderland – Flakes Falling Everywhere
Deconstructing a Snowstorm
Symphony of Cracking – The Music of Winter

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

3 thoughts on “Contemplating Life on a Frozen Pond

  • December 13, 2017 at 6:44 PM
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    Creative and nicely penned Ralph, enjoyed the message and flow of the piece. Great work my friend.

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  • December 14, 2017 at 12:09 AM
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    Great analogy of life as on a frozen pond, a mirror to see the self and taking steps in the right direction. Very creative piece, Ralph. I enjoyed it very much.

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  • December 15, 2017 at 5:26 PM
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    Very creative and with vivid imaginary Ralph- I am one of the few that loves winter and all the lovely landscaping that comes along with it. I had a sudden chill reading this ..lol..

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