Reflections on Blue Ice

Just a visual poem.

I touched the blue ice once

And I thought that I would die.

But I didn't die, --- no --- I didn't die

I continued on and touched the sky.

Then I walked upon the clear ice,

It's transparent --- for vision clear.

But it is slippery, oh so slippery,

And to fall became my greatest fear.

Red ice shards were very painful

They cut quite deep within the heart.

We dare not touch them, ever again,

Least we're cut apart.

I've touched them all, every color,

And I learned a lesson. This I know,

"Find a warm and cozy space

Where ice can never grow."

JE Falcon --- 01-26-2018