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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

More Pictures of Antarctica and Poems by Ron Smith

Posted By on Wed, Jan 20, 2010 at 9:40 AM

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click to enlarge PHOTO COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL SCIENCE FOUNDATION
  • Photo courtesy of the National Science Foundation
Bear of the Coldest Ocean

Urgent rhythm betrays an Arctic song,
Ursa Major, the great celestial bear
unicycles the white-wheel of brittle sea,
unconcerned his ice-spoked whirl is lonely,
ultimately only his wilderness. Tragic
underfoot, ice lingers offshore, to kill

romance with the rape of deep cold; to kill
recall of its ice-sweet and ghostly song,
raspy death-voice of dinosaur ice is tragic.
Reach of mythical might, circumpolar bear
reels like a unicorn on lost frontier; sea
rhythm of his wild heart is flawed and lonely.

Spirit-Inuit ambles and furry-frames a lonely
stark life, consumes its red-blooded kill;
sacrifice on the ice is seized from the sea;
so beats Arctic rhythm of no warm song.
Solar heat baits for pelt of a hunter-bear;
seals a hot fate until caged and tragic,

As life that loses its lust becomes tragic,
aching to roam the region of the lonely.
Anywhere wilderness hunts with a pale bear
aligns natural law--a creed not to kill
an ancient king who quickens that solo song,
a paw-thumping rhythm over a thick sea.

Many wonder why the ice forgot the sea,
manic ice trickles retreat to gush what is tragic.
Menacing rhythm of beauty would nobly kill
Man's madness, before ice's vice-like song;
many are the winds that will find it lonely--
meandering frost-blast for scent of omega-bear.

A rhythm of glacial ages raised Nanuq, the bear;
acclimatized a kingdom; divined crystalline sea.
And we, for one last magnificence to kill,
ritually gore the cold ivory of centuries for tragic
alms--ceremoniously make the core of life lonely,
allow powder-blue palaces to melt with ice-song,

Just as we shrivel to kill what we cannot bear,
Orphans search rhythm for song upon frozen sea,
Rising from song so tragic; melody of ice, lonely.

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