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When Frozen Glaciers Weep.

Updated on April 15, 2017

Nature's largest time capsules

When Glaciers weep!

What marvelous air

must be captured there

within each crystallized tomb of time

For perhaps trapped inside each

massive hulk of ice

lies the last

condensed breath

of a woolly mammoth

with the flesh remnants of

his final journey perserved

plus the scents of an

ancient flower budding,

or the musk of early man tainted with

the woodsmoke of

prehistoric fires

mingled with odors from the wild game

of an extinct herd

All rendered into meat scraps

all frozen into molecules

that are now released

with the melting and

the sloughing off

of their prison.

It is almost

akin to the crocuses

that sleep beneath the snow,

in my tiny corner

of the world

until the sun warms,

and erodes

their frosted blankets,

and they once

again emerge

as in all the

years before

to reign supreme.

©- 2017-Matthew F. Blowers III


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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Just discovered you through Deborah Demander's recommendation. I like this poem More to read, I think.

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      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Wow. Beautiful. Thank you for writing that.