Crystal Canticle
Fall softly, wee one, here ... fall softly
to your repose, drift the dark like a
feather! You are perfection, defined,
utterly and sublimely unique, your
Nascency like no other! Oh, countless
of your kind - yes, only the stars
themselves can avail your plenitude,
yet so exquisitely 'sui generis'! Fiery,
Brilliant, prismatic, birthed in perfectly
chiseled features ... dancing, soaring,
fanciful, true! You wink at me, flirting
coyly, (as others, but you're mine!) ...
I draw closer with every flutter, clouds
parting just enough for the moon to
peek through, as if they know how
beautiful you are, and how shameful
That such as you should die unseen
in the night ... alone. But alas, it is
my love for you that seals your fate,
and this long, dark, immaculate dance -
Your life's embers and intent - comes
gently to rest in my palm, and there,
in the warmth of my glove, you die ...
silently, tenderly, beautifully perfect ...
Snowflake.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice T, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Embers And Snowflakes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
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