The Meaning of My Poem: 1

In this blog I am taking one of the poems I wrote, you may have seen this one on my Twitwall, and giving it the meaning I originally and secondarily had for it.

The Surface of the Ice
I can almost see the surface of the ice.
The snow is starting to melt,
revealing the ice beneath it.

When the ice is shone by itself,
it is naked
and shows what it's made of,
it's partially-true substance.

It is not until we get to the water,
when the ice has been long gone,
do we truly see the soul and the true colors
of the lifeblood of Mother Earth.

It is not until the water stands by itself
do we openly get to see
what the true substance is
of all that covered the water during winter.

It is not until the water is stripped of it's winter clothing
can we listen to it's beautiful flow
that sounds out it's deep secrets
that have been kept all winter long.

It is not until the water is au natural
do we pay attention to and observe
the real beauty of the vital fluid
of our dear and sweet Mother Earth.

But for now,
I can almost see the surface of the ice.


First off, this poem was inspired when I was just looking at a lake. I could see the ice peeping out, making its first debut since the snow covered it. And I was also inspired by the fact that Spring is almost here, or is.

The poem can be read for face value, the first meaning that I attributed to it. I want the reader of this poem to visualize snow melting to reveal ice and the ice melting to reveal flowing waters.

Now to a deeper level. The poem can be read as the shedding of layers and showing one's true beauty under all the layers. In the first stanza, the being sheds an epidermal layer. Throughout the second stanza, the dermal layer is shown, revealing a semi-truth about said being. NOTE: the second stanza begins a sight into the future.

In the third and fourth stanzas, the dermal layer has been shed and we can now see the entitiy for what it is worth. Throughout the fifth and sixth stanzas, the entity sings its secrets, no longer having anything to hide, said being can finally show it's real beauty.

In the seventh stanza, the poem moves back towards reality and it is clear that the being has not yet told of it's secrets and hasn't shown its real and true beauty.

I hope this all made sense. If you have any of your own interpretations of this poem, I would love to hear them!

Any questions, comments, or interpretations please contact me @starsintheskies on Twitter.