Gerrit Verstraete Poet Prose Poetry

When the River Turns To Ice

when the river turns to ice
her touch lies frozen solid
cold forbidden calculations
how to stay restricted access
hard on thoughts of summer wanderings
invitations buried under sad emotions
slow the inches of a weary crossing
silent in response
a sudden crack that slithers piercing
the sound of fear beneath my feet
silent is the answer
shall I wait or shall I walk so tender
will the split in trust wide open try
still not one reply
to die in vain for smiling
crying over what was once so sweet
running water over babbling beds of rock
enthusiasm of a younger stream
flying now confined
defiant in a stubborn season
residue of rusting propositions
silent is my call

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 5, 2010 at 3:31 AM Gerrit in answer to your question on blogs. Go to left side of main page you will see Member Area inside the box click member area when that page comes up in the center of that page scroll down to Premium Member Links click on Submit a blog entry (New). Hope this has helped you. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire February 16, 2009 at 2:05 PM Gerrit, all too well I recall skating and hearing the sudden severing crack. My fear was enormous as I had seen a young boy fall through the ice and die. Of course, there is more than one way to interpret this wonderful poem. I hope to see more of your work. Carolyn