ice cube

ice cubesI would like to think
as rye slipped past an ice cube
we danced cheek to cheek
and I never felt a thing

music beating my heart
red stilettos that never stood still
a fight
a tear
a sullen goodbye
and rye slipped past my ice cube

she saw me there
she saw me everywhere she wanted me to be
she saw me then
she sees me now she
sees me everywhere

I try to hide
I try to fly
I try to run away
I try to see
I try to be
but cannot be
but this empty shell

She calls my name
I hear it in the wind
of the cars passing by
I see her smile
I see her tears
but they mean the same

and that is how
my rye slipped past my ice cube


24 thoughts on “ice cube”

  1. Gary…this I think, now takes my place as favorite…mind you, I had quite a fondness for Rye many lifetimes ago…it had too much of a fondness for me so we had to part ways 🙂 I can feel the loss and longing here…and the icy numbness that can sometimes come with realization that no amount of whiskey fire can burn away… Bravo, Poet

  2. It only takes a moment for the slip to happen (and one hardly feels it at that point) but feeling the after effect can seem like an eternity. Thought provoking. Thanks for the share.

  3. Always dancing, always getting those stilettos into your heart–very visual images in this one, and sensual as well in terms of being able to taste and feel that nasty liquor I’ve only drunk a few times in my life, sliding down my throat all hot/cold and alone.

  4. A Borg that can’t fly, geesh, you need an upgrade..haha And for that rye a better goalie.

    Could real taste the liquor, that brought back the days I let the stuff make me sicker. Truly a compelling and visual inducing verse.

  5. Well Done!
    great poem!

    the repetition, the quick stiletto staccato movement of the short lines, the message,
    all come together to make this probably my fav of your poems.

    good job.

  6. bare bones, just the grain for this one…nice, the words cut then flow down the page…esp dig

    She calls my name
    I hear it in the wind
    of the cars passing by
    I see her smile
    I see her tears
    but they mean the same

    ..a fabulous stanza; excellent write ~

  7. I like the way this has an almost Gertrude Steinish lilt to it. There’s a very dry sense of humor that’s smiling behind the sad words. Or is that a sense of fate accepted? Still, I like the way this seesaws back and forth with some very mundane images that almost collapse into triteness, but you save it each time from doing so. Interesting, since perhaps that is how you see the relationship now.

  8. This carried very well in the read, melodic flow and pace. Really enjoyed reading aloud. The emotion and connection you created so powerful here…much enjoyed! ~ Rose

  9. The fire of the rye and freezing cold of the ice seem to reflect the arc of the relationship. So many of mine ended up as a weak tawny puddle in the bottom of the glass. Very nice piece.

  10. Hello, you win perfect poet award for week 56, hope that you have enjoyed it.
    It has been a delightful experience with you supporting Thursday Poets Rally, we have enjoyed your presence and talent very much, thumbs up!
    fabulous poetry along the way, keep those gems coming.
    Always, you are more than welcome to join our biweekly rally.
    Happy Holidays!

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