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Ice
The ice in my glass is melting in the hot sun, the cool sweat on the glass is dripping down the side in a pool on the table. I think this could be a metaphor for something.
Ice…
The sun is melting into the horizon, a mix of orange and red it melts like…like ice.
I detached myself from you and you treated me like ice or something unfamiliar, I’m unfamiliar to you now.
I am unsweetened iced tea and you wanted Lemonade. You poured me out and got lemonade and maybe that could be a metaphor too. For being so far removed I was no longer the lemonade you craved for.
I melted and I froze into a new mold. You wanted me to smile remember? You wanted me to look pretty remember? And maybe that could be a metaphor to for womanhood and our expectations.
I was supposed to be an ice cube remember? And maybe that’s a metaphor too. Ice has a funny way of melting and not doing what it’s supposed to anymore, watering down your drink into something distasteful. Like womanhood maybe.
Everything is a metaphor now like that tree in front of your old house it fell down and it corpse lies there and it melts into the ground and it’s just like ice and a woman’s expectation. Or the ice in the glass it’s melting and isn’t it the greatest metaphor? Because everything we had, our pieces they melted and…and it’s just like ice.
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I wrote the rough draft of this piece in my English class, he gave us a list of five words to use in our poem ice, corpse, governor, horizon and manegment I got rid of two of the words (shame on me) when I started to edit the poem. My main inspiration was the humidity in the South (Tennessee and Arkansas specifically) imagine sitting in a rocking chair on a porch with lemonade or sweet tea on a hot summers day, it’s humid and you’re slightly sweating. That’s a feeling wanted to get across.