Frozen Moments

Frosted in time, etched in the sheer icy glaze covering winter cold glass. Yet filled with golden light, remembered with warmth. Why do they not melt, dripping lost from sight, like so many other memories? They remain suspended in time, freeze frame, each single exquisite moment.

Little square window panes bordered in chipped painted wood the colour of old paper. Experiences caught, snapshots of a life. Each one spread haphazardly about the table, like a deck of cards given one sharp shove. I reach out and pick one up…

A bubble bath with my best friend of the age of six, a boy no less, what were our mothers thinking!? Oh the innocence, and the tragedy – for i no longer know this boy but in my memory, he no longer breathes.

Little bundles of silky fur, clinging to my pant leg, trying to climb me. Their sweet yet pitiful meows when they don’t know how to get down, hanging there vulnerably. How soft my heart is as I pick them up ever so gently, not minding the sharp prick of their baby claws. The epitome of innocence – even in innocence we sometimes hurt…

My lips touching his lips, tasting his life, breathing his experience. Souls reaching out tentatively, intertwining like the ghostly fog of coastal winter mornings, weaving its way between trees. It will not last, I must drink deeply to sate my thirst. Mourning before it is time to do so; because I know. . .

The steamy moisture kissing my skin as I dance, dance, to the relentless tribal beat. Eyes closed lost in the euphoria, drunk with a religious like fervour, delicately balancing on heels so high. Alone, yet caught in a crush of bodies. Skin brushes against skin; welcome contact or intrusion of long held boundaries?

Sitting so still with the dark ocean laid out before me, vast in it’s reach and beauty. Profound in it’s ability to reach deep inside me; whispering to my soul – wise and healing. Here I am home, the salt air lightly teasing my hair; perhaps we were birthed from these ancient waters.

Trying to spit words out, laughter that won’t allow me to speak more than a single fraction of a syllable before another gale of silly sweeps me up in itself. Intoxicating tears cleansing my soul, making me buoyant, washing away stored up hurt in a moment.

If some of those moments could just last a little bit longer, the best ones so fleeting. I want to play them like a favourite record over and over again, just to savour and taste them. If I pick these panes up and throw them against the wall, will all the shards of broken glass become new moments? Seeds of memories past planted in this life, a thriving garden showing many tiny promises of green.

It is for these frames of life we live. The poignant, the beautiful, the healing, the painful, the joyous, the bittersweet, the exhilaration, the tenderness, the fury, the bliss. How empty life would be without it all, like an old abandoned house, a window with the glass broken out, the pane a black vacant hole. All these many emotions, moments frozen in time, etched in our memory; for this we live.

The sweetness of it all.

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May 8 2009
Just thoughts that came to mind, how we try to cling to our memories, how sweet some of them are. How rich and full, or bittersweet moments can be…

Featured in Nirvana June 6 2009 – Thank you!


  • tirnanog
    tirnanogover 5 years ago

    …moments, memories, sometimes real, sometimes not…..we all have them, but mine seem pale black & white against the way you have written your colourful memories….I guess the thing about this site apart from meeting new people is that we learn so much from each other. You have a great turn of phrase…..thanks

  • I’ve really learned to savour life and look for those beautiful moments in the last few years; I truly treasure them. This particular piece may still be a work in progress but I wanted to post it anyway. I agree that there is much to be learned and plenty of inspiration from those that make up this site! Thank you for your kind comments and look for the colour in your own life; it’s there!

    – IntriCate

  • MatthewM
    MatthewMover 5 years ago

    Wonderfully written.
    “My lips touching his lips, tasting his life, breathing his experience” – Perfect!

  • Thank you very much, I’ve been trying to read some of your writing while I’m supposed to be working; you write beautifully! I just added you to my watchlist to find you added me to your’s! You’ve given me much more to enjoy, but i’m working on adding to what I have. Funny how quickly it starts to flow once you remove the cork…

    – IntriCate

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 5 years ago

    They are not frozen….
    they are melted….not away…
    like a persistent snow gotten into glaciers.
    Melted in form and turned into prisoner images.
    As if the same ice capting the wavelegth
    of our experiences.
    You are right….
    with the time they are stories,
    not play and see within.
    For Life is to be lived.. and not to re-membered..
    and though….members out….is bliss to re-construe
    those times…. bits of aeons…..there… to feel as our own.
    Rosa (beautifully written… and easily to dive into….quality for my understanding your soul)

  • Thank you so much Rosa! Some nice images you have written there too. It really is to be lived this life isn’t it, though we often have a penchant for remembering…

    – IntriCate

  • imagineering
    imagineeringover 5 years ago

    ..A symphony of words

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 5 years ago

    For bringing sweetness to my senses and tenderness to my heart.
    This writing deserves


  • Thank you so much Rosa!

    – IntriCate

  • wigs
    wigsover 5 years ago

    beautifully written…..

  • Thank you very much!

    – IntriCate

  • cougarfan
    cougarfanover 5 years ago

  • Wow thank you! Such warm encouragement this is to me for some of my first writing! : )

    – IntriCate

  • imagineering
    imagineeringover 5 years ago

    Kudos – well deserved…

  • Thank you kindly imagineering!

    – IntriCate

  • Navudos
    Navudosover 5 years ago

    Indeed, you write well, and it is an inspiration to others. Nice work!

  • Thank you so very much! I will have to come visit you to see what you create!

    – IntriCate

  • MarkezzAckui ...
    MarkezzAckui ...over 5 years ago

    This had me captivated from start to finish. Lots of truth in your writing. Your are really descriptive….I wanted to go to the beach just reading how you wrote about it. AWESOME…

  • Thank you very much Markezz. I am so pleased that you enjoyed it. I love the beach/ocean it always brings me peace. I look forward to reading more of your writing, I’ve been overly busy of late though…

    – IntriCate

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