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

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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.

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