Anselmo Boles Poet Rhyme

Power Of Virgin Snow

                                                                     Power Of Virgin Snow


                                                  Teardrops gently flow in a scene painted on 
                                                  canvas in my dream

                                                  Mourning the fate of once iridescent leaves
                                                  buried beneath a stream

                                                  Intent on banishing loneliness while hoping
                                                  good old Earth could bestow

                                                  In this wilderness revitalizing a forlorn spirit
                                                  the mystical power of virgin snow







                                                   9/7/2025
                                                   Aboard Vision of the Seas

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Linda Alice Fowler January 1, 2026 at 7:02 AM A blank canvas, a newly penned page, a turn of the seasons...nicely done Anselmo! :) Anselmo Boles January 1, 2026 at 6:09 PM Thank you, I like your interpretation, Linda!...ab

Anselmo Boles December 26, 2025 at 7:03 PM Thank you Anaya, Merry Christmas to you and your family! I like your perspective and your interpretation. Happy New Year!...ab I Am Anaya December 27, 2025 at 1:46 PM Ty Anselmo! I'd like to add that I've been thinking about you lately & your last posts, especially your commentaries around the time we lost our poet friend Lewis Milton Hankins. God bless him. You were there, as I was, his last poems, informing us that he would be going away to his favorite place, Mexico! Vallarta in fact. Remember? I'm going to post poems in memory of Milton, if you would like to contribute a tribute in his honor. Stay safe on your journey out at sea poet! Ahoy matie. Happy New Year! ~Anaya

I Am Anaya December 26, 2025 at 12:04 PM Beautiful poetry & metaphor, Anselmo. When you go to sleep without dreaming What would it be like? As if we didn’t exist? The stars spun on, the earth formed. The flowering of awareness The flower fades, we can only dance before then. Welcome back poet! Merry Christmas ~ Anaya Anselmo Boles December 28, 2025 at 9:31 AM Yes Anaya, I would love to say words of appreciation for the fine works of a wonderful poet Lewis Milton Hankins...ab