Ice cube under my tongue,
I close my eyes
not to savor
but to remember.
Ice cubes filled my belly,
drowning the sound of hunger.
Isolation,
thoughts unraveled
like threads undone.
Shackled by yesterday
a prisoner of the past.
Searing pain,
I close my eyes to remember.
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not to savor
but to remember.
Ice cubes filled my belly,
drowning the sound of hunger.
Isolation,
thoughts unraveled
like threads undone.
Shackled by yesterday
a prisoner of the past.
Searing pain,
I close my eyes to remember.
Meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.
wow. evocative....the ice cubes as a relief for the hunger, for the pain....the isolation and being captured....honestly, i would love to know the back story on this one ayala...
ReplyDeleteThe cat lies to play with them, but pain they never cause, such a pause
ReplyDeletePowerful. The image of the ice cube stays with you. Like Brian, I am also curious to know what inspired this verse.
ReplyDelete...and we hope in remembering the past we may find the reason to move on... we can't move on when we can't free ourselves from the cage we create & continualy create thus in the end we'll always be loser... smiles... hope you're ok Ayala...
ReplyDeleteVery powerful.
ReplyDeleteThis intrigues me. Makes me wonder what caused such sadness and why you'd want to remember it. Perhaps because you want to avoid repeating it? Hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteAyala,
ReplyDeleteI think the intrigue of not knowing what's at the bottom of this makes it all the more appealing. It's universal. Nice job.
Steve
Good use of ice cubes in the belly ... makes me cringe.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ---and I think I might be right there with you today
ReplyDeleteThere's pain and darkness in this piece that's unusual from your pen, Ayala. Reading it literally made me shiver ...
ReplyDeleteSo poignant, moving.
ReplyDeleteVery sad & poignant Ayala ~ Those ice cubes in the belly are telling ~ Very well done ~
ReplyDeleteAnd what a memory! (And a well written poem!)
ReplyDeleteI can feel the current of sadness a powerful write as memories surface.
ReplyDeleteThe depth of sadness and the correlation of ice to the memory intrigue this reader, Ayala. A clever device, this.
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love this!!
ReplyDeleteThis is heart-wrenching and very intense. For me, the ice cubes brought me back to the birth of my son, a day spent with nothing but ice chips and pain. But I sense something else beneath your words. xoxo
ReplyDeleteISOLATION--Oh YEAH!
ReplyDeleteAyala, interesting and true: to better "see" the past, close my eyes. To let it BE in the past (and done and gone), OPEN eyes--to the delicious present!
Your words speak it GOOOD!
PEACE and LIGHT!
the cold of the cubes to remember the past...sounds painful.. wow...intensely written ayala
ReplyDeleteAn interesting departure for you, A...like the imagry much...and like the others, curious about the back story. Very good write! ~jackie~
ReplyDeleteIce cubes have that sudden feel and numbness. It sounds the pain literally through the touch, Beautifully expressed ayala!
ReplyDeleteHank
Oh this is great and sad taken both literal and as metaphor something else... ice-cubes as pain... and remember past pangs of hunger...
ReplyDeleteAyala, I really love how you surprise the reader in this poem--not to savor, but to remember--ice cubes on an empty stomach--a visceral pain, well done :-)
ReplyDeleteI could feel the tortured pain in every memory ~ a very powerful and slightly sad poem ~ thank you.
ReplyDeletenicely done..find myself experiencing the pangs of loneliness and hunger as I read and wondering at the memories, as I remember my own tortured past.
ReplyDeletethoughts unravel like threads undone - beautiful lines in a searing poem - wonderfully written - K
ReplyDeleteloved the contrast in your words... would never thought of using ice for hunger
ReplyDeleteloved the contrast in your words... would never thought of using ice for hunger
ReplyDeletesad and lovely, Ayala
ReplyDeletethis is searing itself. intense and engaging.
ReplyDeleteI can feel your pain here, Ayala, like ice on a sore tooth: deep and searing.
ReplyDeleteSome memories do that to us, Ayala. Once they take hold it is hard not to think about them. Evocative piece.
ReplyDeletePamela
Very sad but amazing too...evocative (stealing that from Flaubert) is exactly right!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed. Painful, yet important to remember.
ReplyDeletePainful but thank goodness that now you can open your eyes. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteOh, ayala, this is touching and sad and beautiful. All wrapped up.
ReplyDeleteso touching ... so deep ... a beautiful expression, dear.
ReplyDeleteWe remember pain ... it made us what we are today.
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