Behind the ice a world thrives . . .
brewing color for the melt of life’s tides.
And somewhere in the slice of ache’s clarity,
we find release from shipbound passage on endless seas
singing silent,
sometimes raging,
even gently of the endless journey to soul’s richest rest within…
past the ice, along the shore and behind closed door
past the hooks hanging heavy coats and garments thickest cover
down the warming hallway, beyond the guarding door
falling softly in the heart of love.
jrk
J. Ruth Kelly 
wow.
beautiful, ruth.
i have read it three times, and now read it again
deeper each time.
thank you.
‘And somewhere in the slice of ache’s clarity’
This sentence blows my mind. Truly spectacular. I love this.
Such a gorgeous poem and the image couples it beautifully.
Thank You and Namaste. 🙂
thank you!! seems like most of us can relate to the ache!
glad for your presence…
peace…
Thank you for taking the time to tip-toe through my alternate universe. I hope you had fun.
Tooty
the inclusion of pictures is excellent. It supplies a visual atmosphere for the piece. Well chosen.
thank you, sir. stop by any time…it’s a vastly ;0) different world here from yours but i find i like the contrast when i visit your blog. it stirs that pot on the backburner of my creative wordsmithing stove, the one that holds a much-neglected brew of rowdy fun.