Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire
This week’s poem by Doug Rawlings of Chesterville does a wonderful job juxtaposing aging and icicles.
Impermanence
For Rita Kimber
By Doug Rawlings
Riding in on this mid-January afternoon thaw
I find the sky mercilessly blue
and the porch just warm enough
to lounge in for a few sumptuous moments
I gaze at the barn across the way
through the lens of an icicle
holding its own between
a dripping slow demise
and an urgency to hang on just a bit longer
The barn almost two hundred years old
still stands
The lounger into his seventh decade
still dreams
But we would be well served to heed
the lesson of the icicle
the most resplendent of us all
which just is
until it isn’t
Dennis Camire can be reached at denniscamire@hotmail.com
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