The Tip of the Iceberg

The Tip of the Iceberg

A Poem by Bob B

When we see the tip of the iceberg,

One thing that we know

Is there is more--much, much more--

Iceberg down below.

 

The moon shines on the tip of the iceberg

Creating a silvery sheen

Of gossamer, or sometimes even

A heap of velveteen.

 

Beating down on the mountain of ice,

The rays from the glorious sun

Melt the surface. But in the meantime,

Damage can be done.

 

If you approach the iceberg, you

Approach what's "forbidden."

The dangerous part is not what you see,

But rather the part that's hidden.

 

The shadowy base of the floating mountain

Hidden from your view

Murmurs, "If you get too close,

There's a surprise for you."

 

The monolithic, towering berg

Will melt eventually,

And gone will be the dangers that

We weren't supposed to see.

 

Until it melts, be attentive.

Don't be deceived

By bluster and appearances

Not to be believed.

 

(8-29-17) By Bob B

© 2017 Bob B


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