The Frosted Pine Poem
By Pamela Storch
Frozen in the blinking eye,
Remains the silent past,
For what can be of letters,
On the sea-swept beach's shore,
For as the night went missing,
On the stairs cast downward still,
The fellowship remains,
Yet there the prison is no more.
With angels softly weeping,
On the harp strings played in time,
Their tears become the water,
Of the rivers long and vast,
Yet frozen is the water,
From what happened at the shore,
The one who finds this message,
Surely look into your past.
“The Frosted Pine” by Pamela Storch is a poetic meditation on memory, sorrow, and spiritual insight. Blending icy natural imagery with themes of lost time, prisonless freedom, and angelic presence, this poem invites the reader into a mystical space of emotional depth.
With harp strings, frozen rivers, and sea-swept messages, the poem speaks gently to anyone exploring healing from the past, divine connection, or inner transformation through poetry. A perfect piece for reflective readers, mystics, and seekers of meaning through artful words.
The poem is a clear message and oracle that there is something in our past that is blocking full forward movement, and guides the reader inward, to discover the shadow holding keys to our current freedom.
The Frosted Pine is a portal in itself.
For when the keys are unlocked, reality switches in the blink of an eye.
This art was created from a photograph of the needles of a pine tree encased in ice, from a sudden freeze. A crystal effect was added throughout, creating a "dotted" effect in the final print. The mirrored geometry contains symbolism all it's own, and a stylized print pattern was added for a space-ship like effect.
