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Details | Free verse | |

Snow Flake And Mountain

            Snow Flake And Mountain

A snow flake came down, in turns, in twists, in blizzard company
Never lands, captured in an updraft, lifts up with other plans
A mountain positioned for a collision with the flake
Seemed tall enough to follow the movement of the thing
Aging in good time, conversant in snow and what it takes 
Also knowledgeable in smaller matters, practicing due diligence
Waited, as mountains are apt to do, in these conditions
To receive the snow form with all its molecules
Take it to a final resting place along the lower face
Crystal flake continued though, on a sojourn to the sun
Still clinging to the upward draft
Not knowing what the sun might do to it
The snow floated, transforming into water
It drew closer to the warmth, to the point of vapor
But in a miracle of ice and cold, it fell or floated down
It drifted back to earth and hugged the mountain
Thanked it for a friendly wind and place to get some shade 
Snow flake gathered whiteness on this little break
Came back to proper form
From the crystal core    
And went on floating ever down for ever more
It would never reach the bottom
The mountain saw to that
It kept the snow flake by its side above the tundra line
Near a full grown pine tree whistling through the needles
Singing sweet lullabies of winter and storms gone by
Snow crystal glides in cozy circles about the pine
     

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

Fiery Snow


Love. For that I am here. And for that,
You are here. Beginners in love and life.
Lovers, with heart and faces made off matt.
Lovers, brothers, all roll the same dice. 

Love everywhere, but lovers, go nowhere.
Poets and muses, all half-full-half-empty.
Lovers everywhere, but, love is nowhere.
Time, always slow, became an entity.

A feeling which one can't simply forget, 
Yet we have abandoned it many times.
We all own the mighty cupid a debt,
In between all of these great lover's rhymes.

Yet we don't, we can't do what is not right.
No, we can't, let love adrift in the night.

Copyright © William Nickerson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad | |

Snow Cones Popping Left to Right

COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
(Dedicated to ALL THOSE NANCIE KRANGES!)



Bust it!
This here's a TEMPO...for ALL THOSE FELLAS...trying to do what
ALL THOSE LADIES...been trying to TELL US WHAT TO DO!
HEY...BIG SHOT...WANNA CHANCE?

Rolling...Rolling...LEFT-TO-RIGHT-OR...RIGHT-TO-LEFT!
PITCHED-RIGHT...PITCHED-WRONG!
Left-to-Right...OR...Right-to-Left...OR
LEFT-BEHIND!

Are-Ya...TOO-HEAVY...or...TOO-LIGHT?
Grab-a...CUP-OR-BOWL...of...RICE-KRISPIES!
SHAPED...RIGHT-or-WRONG!

Mars-Bars...AND...MARS-AND-STARS...at-corner
BARS-IN-CARS...Cars-and-Bars!
MALTS-AND-FLOATS...or...FLOATS-AND-BLOATS!
BLOATING...LOUTS!
JUST-LOATS!

They're...MEL-LOW-AND-YEL-LOW...or...Just-BANANA-CRAZY!
SO...JUST-BE-MEL-LOW...AND-NOT
Just...Y.E.L.L.O.W.!
YEL-LOW!

Rockets-and-Stars...BUSTING-AND-GOLDEN...STARS!
AND...B-E-Y-O-N-D!
Making-Time...AND...SELLING-TIME!
CHEATING...Time...FATHER-TIME!
He's...YAWNING...YAWING-AND-LAUGHING!
So-SKIP-IT...JUST-SKIP-IT...SKIPPING-LEFT-TO-RIGHT!
AND-RIGHT-TO-LEFT!

You're-Sliding...First-to-Second...Second-to-HOME...OR
FIRST-TO-HOME!
POPPING-AND-HEART-STOPPING!

Snow-Cones...In-The-Winter...OR-SUM-MER!
When-Falling-to-First...or...in-A-LIGHT-OR-COLD...FALL!
And-Mallows...MAL-LOWS!
AND-BEARS...YUMMY-AND-GUMMY!
Yummy-and-Gummy...FOR-YA-TUMMY!
Isn't-IT...JUST-YUMMY?

PITCH-IT-RIGHT...AND...NOT-LIGHT!
QUIT-STALLING...S-T-A-L-L-I-N-G!

Are-Ya-Going-Ta...LIGHT-THE-BOARDS...or-are-ya-JUST-BORING!
JUST...LEFT-BEHIND?

Left-to-Right...and...RIGHT-TO-LEFT...MODELS-are-SMILING!
FLASHING...32!
THIRTY-TWO...WHITE-CAPS!
With...DARK-LASHES-IN...DARK-GLASSES!
WOW...LIKE-WOW!

Glasses-in-the-Dark...LIKE-WOW...THAT'S...JUST-WOW!
Left-to-Right...and...Right-to-Left...THAT'S-EXIT...STAGE-LEFT!
Don't-Be...LEFT-BEHIND!

Are-Ya...RIDING-HIGH-TO-FAME...or-Just...SHAMED-TO...LEFT-STAGE?

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

The Snow

Snow burdened the weary leaves,
Drooping in view of the shivered fence.
There I sat blushing my knuckles,
Uncertain of movement around this chair.

I remember the etching stone,
With silent squeaks,
That circled my brain.
Grievingly aware of departing clouds.

There I sat with no muscle,
To find with sight a consuming abyss.
Littered with glinting, white eyes;
Like a madness scatters nails.

And then dark oversee,
Dark, blackest light
Spat out my eyes...

Burn an old barrel.

Snow burdened these weary leaves,
And I surveyed the depth of the fence.
For now I may hang out my hands,
Sitting alone on this frozen park bench.

Copyright © Aiden Asoll | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic | |

SNOW - for contest

SNOW

Slowly it crept across the peak
Numbing the core of life’s lament
Obscuring what had been before
White shroud upon dreams firmament.


10/23/2015

submitted to- WIND SNOW OR RAIN ACROSTRAIN – Poetry contest
sponsor – Jan Allison

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Eskimo Dream

            Eskimo Dream

Eskimos know 68 shades of snow
They count every flake
Green blue ones fill children with delight
Parents frozen like the dim light of day
Wait with edges of a knife for prey
They dare not move during the hunt for food
Faces etched like leather on fierce weather
In calmer times they sing
Pound igloos into shape before the pending storm
Mukluks on their children’s feet are old and worn
But keeps them warm on moonless nights  
Against all odds for life
They hold together chanting on the wind
Stretching across all time and land
Singing about their past and colder weather
And yes, about the color white
Sentry huskies sway left to right in fear
And think of caribou 
Soon the ice will cover everything
Settled in the deep
The people sleep
And dream of whale bones by the glacier sea

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Shifting Through Snow

Part One: Screaming

The gravel walkway 
Stretching down the maple lined path
Leading the the brown wooden mailbox 
Turn the corner to the pool
And the spiders 
I’m scared 
Scream for daddy 
But realize daddy is gone 
Gone because a truck hit him 
But that's grown-up talk
Scream for mommy 
But mommy is mom 
She doesn't have time for spiders 
Or kids 
Only work
I scream for my friends 
But nobody wants to be friends with 
The white boy 
So I scream for the sake of screaming 


Part Two: The School

I turn again and I’m at my school 
The red slides on the playground 
The broken swings with the yellow warning tape
Worn out from the rain and sun 
The playing 
The laughing 
The pushing 
And the crying 
Suddenly mommy has time to scold me 
Her fire hot words lash scars on my chest 
Then speedy hands leave bruises on my back 


Part Three: Therapy

Take another turn and I’m in my therapist's office 
Trembling because of what mommy said
Be honest he says 
But that will only get me in deeper 
Being honest 


Part Four: Snow

One last turn and I leave it all behind 
The abuse that I called love 
I scream but this time it's not spiders 
It’s freedom 
The realization hitting me burns 
Like a kiln in a dutch kitchen 
Searing off my skin 
Exposing the worn wrinkled meat below me
I go to the snow where my wounds can heal 
And as I shift through the snow 
I wonder if I could ever go back

Copyright © Jack Bare | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Snow Cascades

Snow cascades from the tall pines,
Large powder puffs
Puff down in soft lunges,

Descending to earth,
Subdued incidence,
A sort of soul for January.

They do not have words for it.
If they are wordless,
So, finally, are we.

It is as if they would say
What we say,
I mean what I say by being.

Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine trees crusted with snow

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces roughed in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land 
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and nothing that is.

Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Jonas

In the snow the long lost child
A blink at once bold dreams now mild. 
Fading flickers struggling to survive    
To capture, stoke and keep alive.   

Mighty enough to close the local bars
The tiny frozen falling stars 
Create a magic carpet ride 
I might take off or stay beneath to hide. 

Or angel feathers blanketing the world  
A time-machine of sorts unfurled. 
Woven into the downy dust
Only in this crystalline god I trust 

Like leavened manna from above
The crumbs are those of long lost love 
And hope yet still in dwindling years.
To find you in my icy tears.    

Copyright © Jody Cutler | Year Posted 2016