ice-bound

2 Feb

i start to write on sisters, the blood and the soul-braided.

but it’s lost. erased.

i start to remember, how you do the dishes when i cook; how the apartment feels alive when the lights go out.

but i’m distracted. displaced.

just when i can start to taste inspiration, it slips.

have you ever felt a roof of ice slide slowly to the ground? the noise is deafening, the anxious inhabitants wait for the crack.

it always melts.

eventually.

what lies frozen under this block?

what will trickle back to earth when the sun reverses the freezing?

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14 Responses to “ice-bound”

  1. little sis February 2, 2011 at 9:28 pm #

    beautiful, sister. beautiful and inspiring.

  2. andrea February 3, 2011 at 10:20 am #

    winters have a way of making everything feel dead. when really, everything is just getting ready to grow again. waiting for that ice to melt right alongside of you.

    • dearabbyleigh February 3, 2011 at 10:58 am #

      a hot cup of something would help the thawing i’m sure. just a month or so more.

  3. michelle February 3, 2011 at 10:55 am #

    i love how beautifully you put things, how poetically. there’s a part of me that is jealous or envious even – not in a bad way, but in a longing to express myself that way.
    thank you

    • dearabbyleigh February 3, 2011 at 10:57 am #

      now that’s just silly. :)

      you know what’s funny? i looked at this and said, “can’t you just say anything straight abby? why do you have to tip toe around it.”

      we all want to say the truth. you do it your way and it’s beautiful.

      thanks for reading, michelle.

      • dearabbyleigh February 3, 2011 at 11:02 am #

        as i think about this more . . . i think i wax poetic when i really, truly, don’t know how i feel or what i think about something. i long for certainty, and am trying to get at it.

        thanks for making me think!

  4. To Think Is To Create February 3, 2011 at 12:46 pm #

    everything is under the surface…growing in the pitch of the soil like a baby grows in the pitch of the womb. life is there, even if unseen now. you’ll see it soon. <3

    • dearabbyleigh February 3, 2011 at 12:52 pm #

      i believe you. thanks for putting it in words.

  5. Ashleigh Baker (Heart and Home) February 4, 2011 at 10:45 am #

    I’m trying to find a good melting agent for that ice. But its stubborn and it stays and it freezes thoughts and fingers.

    Write anyway, AB. If you read my words when they don’t make sense, I’ll read yours. It’s what soul sisters DO.

  6. sethhaines February 4, 2011 at 11:49 am #

    Good work here. Really.

    • dearabbyleigh February 4, 2011 at 11:51 am #

      shucks. i appreciate that sir haines. i really do.

  7. Sara Sophia February 6, 2011 at 12:33 pm #

    Like.

    Your heart makes good poetry<3

    –S.S.

    • dearabbyleigh February 6, 2011 at 1:52 pm #

      i think all the poetry is in my scar. and you have unleashed it :)

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