Snowflakes Call My Name
I have an affinity to snowflakes falling,
for I was born in a snow blizzard storm;
and in winter it is my name- snow is calling,
so, I walk forest paths dressed cozy warm.
For I was born in a snow blizzard storm,
I love when fragile snowflakes kiss my cheeks;
so, I walk forest paths dressed cozy warm,
to stand in thought beside still trickling creeks.
I love when fragile snowflakes kiss my cheeks,
my hair snow draped white like the forest trees;
to stand in thought beside still trickling creeks,
I am not bothered by the iced cold breeze.
My hair snow draped white like the forest trees,
I wander seeking a cure for my scarred soul;
to stand in thought beside still trickling creeks,
for even my loved snow will never make me whole.
I wander seeking a cure for my scarred soul,
and in winter it is my name- snow is calling;
for even my loved snow will never make me whole,
I have an affinity to snowflakes falling.
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November 22, 2020
Poetry/Pantoum/Snowflakes Call My Name
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-650-22
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pen a Pantoum
sponsor, D.W. Rodgers, Judged, 12/27/20
Honorable Mention
Submitted to the Premier contest, Completely Your Choice (45)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/19/2021
Second Place
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