V
Iceberg
edge of the iceberg
looms large on the horizon
ice-blue and breath-taking
ice-sculpture afloat on
the dark frigid sea
passive waves lap the edges
with icy fingers and chilly hands
blue with cold and suppressed emotions
I know how it feels to be adrift,
seeming to be shallow,
ending up fathomlessly deep.
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VI
Fjord
the Ice Age receedes after a time
Effects remain forever
carved deep unto my soul
ragged edges and scarred ravines
barren and lifeless
harsh existance insubstantial
land-locked island
alone in a sea of purple heather;
a ring of stones marking sacred land.
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