This poem incorporates an image I had in one of my blogs about writing, and that image was of walking on thin ice. It was not my idea to write this poem. A friend suggested I make a poem from the concepts in this passage of my blog about writing: " Writing is like walking on thin ice. Life is often like walking on thin ice, too. Writing and life. These things are not the same, but both are ways of walking on thin ice. One teaches us how to do the other better. We get solace knowing that at least there is help out there, and that we are not alone in this world where the surface is everything, and it is frozen, maybe." I wanted to expand this into a more spiritual space to make a poem out of it, so I incorporated God and prayer. Also, time and its flow and stasis was a metaphysical concept that made its way to the fore as I worked with this passage from my blog. Ice Poem Words are the way I glide across ice. The sun slips whispers into ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry