Ice on the Shore

Water thrown on the shore,
frozen,
broken,
abstract art,
violent fragments
strangely beautiful,
as are all things that break
melt,
and form again.

About this poem

Sometimes I take a picture and the people who know me say “There’s a poem in there somewhere.” They say it because there often is. Sometimes it takes years for the poem to show up. Sometimes, like this one, just a few days.

Tom