Kurt Ravidas Poet Free verse

Three States of Aggregation

If water is life, death is ice, indeed.

The frost does not call for a long walk, 
but it turns plain water into diamonds, though.

Only a month ago, 
the lake had a staring contest with the sky 
and apparently, the lake blinked.
You didn’t have the slightest chance, the lake: 
the eternal sky always outstares 
both you and me.

How nice to hear diamonds crunch underfoot! 
I feel the frost is nipping my fingertips, 
but the sun is already warming.
Soon our blue eyes, 
yours, beautiful and elongated, 
and mine, shortsighted and small, 
will stare up again.

And then, 
when the time of this world will come to an end, 
we turn into steam and get back to the sky... 
There's something comforting about this thought, 
isn’t there, 
my dear lake?


15.04.2019
Intensity Poetry Contest
Julia Ward

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Caren Krutsinger April 17, 2019 at 12:53 AM The fabulousness of this poem has intrigued me; I have popped this onto my FAV list, Kurt. Kurt Ravidas April 17, 2019 at 7:34 AM Thank you very much for FAV, Caren. By God, you are too kind to my poetry)

Gershon Wolf April 15, 2019 at 5:34 PM What an innovative creation you've spun here, Kurt! The lake ought to be honored. ~ Gershon Kurt Ravidas April 16, 2019 at 3:12 AM Water is a good analogy to explain certain states of consciousness) Thank you, Wolf.