Nourishment
All that becomes still eventually returns to a living state
From the simplicity of what is frozen in time can come norishment for so many living things
Nourishment.
I was the frozen water
reduced from
stalactites of ice
that were draped in
splendid sculptures
over humble gutters
a glistening gallery
of crystal grandeliers
melted by solar rays
and thawing into
absolutely nothing
except slow and
then rapid drips
Alas I did not know
as I dissipated,
that my essence
was of any value
and yet I fed
eighteen flowers
and a huge patch of grass.
I was a relief effort
In the yearly battles
between winter and spring
One cold hearted, ancient
nemesis refusing to give
up the the land he had
laid waste to the returning
Goddess of spring.
My dissolving icicles
quenched some parched
worms thirst,
and caused an acorn
to germinate,
which will someday
be a mighty oak.
Some of me
flowed from the
many places
I had been hung during
Winters wrath and
added needed sustenance
to the wells
that families nearby
drink from.
Filtered and purified
through the layers of earth
to join all of the years
of former melts
lying far below.
Many of my ounces
evaporated and seeded
even more water in the
clouds above to become
seasonal rains.
Some of formed more
clouds whose many shapes
sparked imaginations and
brought poets inspiration
Some became more snow
In distant places
protecting the roots
of valued fruit trees.
760 dandelions will
launch white puffs
later this spring
Simply because I
became liquid
nourishment
Plus eighteen winter
birds sipped from puddles
of my cool refreshment,
before my last drops
vanished into mother earth.
I am the ice that truly
became something.
far more than just
frozen molecules.
I am an enduring example
hanging in full view of all
as a reminder each year
all of life serves a purpose
and is useful to all other
forms of life. Little is wasted
and so much comes from
what is given from every
little thing that occurs.
"Every little thing we do or say,
can affect the world even
if we think it means nothing."
Even from the coldest, cruelest
and bitterest actions can come
reactions of change and new
hope from the impacts that
have occurred. Acts of war
eventually become periods
of peace. Folks grow old as
thier life slowly dribbles to
a close, but new life is born
to replace those who were lost.
Cruel words are spoken but
apologies and forgiveness
bring eventual healing. All of
life is an endless revolution
of changes from what is lost
to what is gained. There is
a lot of comfort in just knowing
this. Perhaps we are like the
icicles, hanging around
towards the end of our
existence, till our souls are
reclaimed by our maker
and all that remains of our
physical presence becomes
Memories that are treasured
of course by how much we
nourished all those around
us, family and friends and
even those we came in contact
with. We need to be like the
Icicles spread their forms
of liquid love to everyone
around us daily.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III