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Jackie Elston Poem
A wave of sorrow
like yesterdays, tomorrows
is the ticking of the heart
it's the tick tock body, of the clock
So, a day is born
knowing, the night is torn
as the impossible light
keeps, trying to fight
the Seas, engulfing steps
climbing backwards, as it wept
for it's knowledge, you thought had lied
because the waves tried to crush it all
before it reached the shores
so it takes retreat
and takes their pain
down to the deep
there, stays anchored
to Seabed floor
because, freedoms light
felt, through storms of night
was seen, though not believed
and through the cutting shards, you glimpsed
a hand, descends
amongst that Sea Glass, and it bleeds
saying, 'now believe
l was always here,
l was always near
and do not fear
l conquered death'
Copyright © Jackie Elston | Year Posted 2026
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Jackie Elston Poem
He Sculpted her from, a block of ice
and he had an image, drawn down, it twice
a million ice pleats, in her dress, that glowed
he must carve it slow, must carve it slowwwwww
and the light behind her, showed no imperfect flaws
so he sculpt her more, scattered shards, fell to the floor
and he carved her bodice, of frozen plumes
to mimic feathers, that appeared to move
so up and down, frozen , round and round
and just like Artic water, but it had no sound
and strings of ice beads, from her shoulders edge
her covered garment, the strands did blend
not once , imagination , did ever wavering
though her ice cold eyes, had splintered shavings
so he kept stepping back, to view , his work of Art
sublimation decor, this woman, would never part
but he took too long , in this Art, admired
for now it melted, for time makes , ice,
....so very tired.
Copyright © Jackie Elston | Year Posted 2026
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Jackie Elston Poem
She walks amongst the Stars
and fuses, catching particles of woven energy,
in calmness and serenity
through porous, seeping, vein filaments
what looks like, frozen reflecting ice ferns.
Is it the activity of sensory
Spiritual depth ?
Is it electric current ?
Dressed in atmospheric lights
flowing through transparent tiny droplets
its lightening rivers, seen in the iris of the eye.
Volts, like the nervous system
and tattoo's permanently, of an image
in ones mind
an invisible face,
hidden by a visible veil
of Blue
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Jackie Elston Poem
Freshwater ice, compressed,
breaks off, with tremulous lights
and shakes
and rotates
in intricate snowflakes
like wings, of ice crystals
then floats away, in the open Ocean
and she's tracing his steps, leaving white dust
like crushed shells
as she walks , gracefully, as if on
Japanese Okobo
They were attached, as if by circuits of frozen stems
with lacings , of smaller molecules
its microscopic
and its perfect
her ribs split open, and a mosaic of musical strings
reveal, what looks like melting precious silver
and her face, is draped in a mass
of webs, upon webs
she looks at him, through the haze
he's the parchment Worlds were written on
now a sychronized flight path, he illuminates
all the crowd of beams
of celestrial, night skies
and there, white noise combines
in steady, different frequencies
with excact, united, intensity
heard and seen, by only a few
is it choregraphed ?
Icebergs Dancing.
Copyright © Jackie Elston | Year Posted 2026
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