Long Snowflake Poems
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It happened when I was not noticing,
yet I was so close,
that had I not have been here,
disregarded as I was,
I would missed the weaving,
from branch to branch, a spider’s web,
meshed with the sun,
as if spinning a snowflake with silken thread.
What but design of darkness to appal?-
If design govern in a thing so small.
A net,
cradled over the leaves,
slung low over the dew.
Evidence in the spring daylight,
of a chore needing to be done,
skillfully being crafted,
trembling in the soft breeze,
as the sun fondles each delicate strand.
This is not new, or kept a secret,
but I can't help but wish,
for someone here,
to share my excitement,
and to also recognize,
the magic of the silver thread
to witness the hand of God
and a miracle in the making
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note: Line from Robert Frost in parenthesis
take my ashes
throw them to
the wind where
they may be
spirited away
taken places
randomly took
take a look and
see where the
rambling winds
have taken me
from here to
Timbuktu i
blew in on
a noreaster
but further
south i was
being sucked
up by a French
maid's vacuum
which whom i
simply replied
c'est la vie but
part of me went
straight to the
stratosphere
and landed me
on a snowflake
at Everest's peak
where i would
never melt and
meld back into
life's stream
yet another ash
oppositly in Egypt
found fellowship
with the ka of a milk
bathed beauty who
said she knew me
in another life time
but then time and
time again mostly
my scattered ashes
touched down as if
one small step for
man and landed a
piece of me so
peacefully in
seemingly every
day places
placing me
in ashtrays and
even on my Muse's
car windshield
but before she
could use her
fluid and wipers
up ran a man with
a dirty water bucket
and spit while wielding
as he held it
a squeegee hammer
as if to attack her
window she screamed
not knowing not or
giving a rat's
ash
about me
she realized
that she had
though i had no
change
Form:
Winter
Black cloud enshroud blue horizon while migrating birds tweet their last goodbye
Arctic winds weigh down bare naked branches watching blinding storms streak by
Above forsaken lodge tower sequoias like sentinels safeguarding an empty citadel
Hungry bison scrapes damp earth for green grass then uncovers a nourishing well
Immaculate summits shed kaleidoscopic colors pondering the splendor of next fall
Snowflake encrusted serpentine rivers inside the path of an imminent frigid squall
Taking agile steps shivering wolves defend lives at stake to outfox predacious gun
Aging leaves tumble toward battered ground envying the sky waiting for the sun
Penned:
01/10/2018
12:37 P.M.
West Palm Beach, Florida
A meter off the ground - it was chilling to the bone
and they say high up the degrees drop
In a metal bird with conditioned air
forgotten are dreams of wanting to fly
I closed my eyes - could sleep fast-forward eight months?
we stepped down at the other end of the universe
The Earth was wearing white trees clinging on to green
in the middle of this I stood very blue
the sun turned bleak, gave into cold
all time spaced out last day seemed old
summer had waned - and for ever, it seemed
frosting fell before my eyes, crystallizing tears
salting snow nothing stays pure for long
I was stuck in a snow globe, wishing the white was pixie dust
(you can take home away from a person, you can’t take hope out of them)
They say new years let grow new hope
but withering winds breed fear alone
impatience in its veins and shoulders shaking
a spiritless shadow trailed
* * * * * * *
the ghost of a snowflake
settles on my glove
cold touch of a memory
You make me a cup of tea to wake me up in the right way
I rub your feet at night before bed so you fall asleep in a nice way
I fill the tub with hot water and fill it up with bubbles
You give me those sweet kisses wrapped in your cuddles
I love your puppy brown eyes and your sweet soft lips
You've got me going crazy the way you swing those hips
You hate it when I grow my beard
You say I look like a dad
You should never cut your hair
I need something to grab
You are so loveable
You're just my snowflake
You drive me crazy sometimes
But that's part of the showcase
I hope you know just how beautiful you are to me
And with this ring I'll show you just how much you mean to me
Here comes Santa-Dave, here comes Santa-Dave
Decorating our front door
Poinsettias dressed in garland yards
Red and green galore
White lights shining through holly clusters
A sprinkling of Yuletide luster
Our front porch, a holiday card!
Here comes Santa-Dave, here comes Santa-Dave
Putting up the tree
Silver tinsel draped ornaments
In festive finery
Heirloom angel in cloth and lace
Lending us tradition's grace
Glittering in merry vestments
Santa-Dave knows what we crave
Rumballs and gingerbread his Christmas art
Baked in sugary snowflake surprises
And growing his wife's grinchy heart...
By three sizes
12/9/19
For Writing Challenge- December, 2019 - I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
born within the eternal fire
pure and clean bursting free
streaking outward through endless space
going on word in endless race
chaos swirls defying forms
heat and cold by friction moved
mountain’s high and valleys low
while rivers racing between them go
rock is warmed by golden light
then chilled again by dark of night
stresses struggle without resolve
till fractures grow there within
water lies so deep and cold
surface struck by bright light
moist mists above it forms
carried by the flowing breeze
carried onto distant shore
rushing over lush green trees
rising higher ever more
into the sky racing high
turning cycles of dark and light
endless flexing of solid stone
warmth of day and cold of night
constant changing without
raindrops fall so clean and pure
flowing free without a form
filling all where it does lie
till there is no room for more
tiny cracks within the stone
growing there oh so slow
connecting then at long last
flake so tiny breaks then away
lifted up by racing wind
freed from earth of rocks and soil
climbing high into the sky
flying free upon the breeze
together now they do dance
until then they embrace
and within the sky they grow
first wispy white then growing dark
in heat of sun they do fly
racing upwards into the sky
lifting air now so thin
carries them not to higher be
till so high in bitter cold
shining crystal there are formed
slowly then begin to fall
flying faster along the way
through cold mists as they fall
they do grow as a seed
crystals now in glimmering light
in cold mists it does grow
freed from clouds it does break
drifting down upon the breeze
till at last again to earth
it does lie within our gaze
On a calm cold dark wintry night.
The snowflakes softly fell in the
moonlight.
I watched millions of snowflakes
peacefully falling. It was a magical,
visual moment to see snowing.
Mother Natures beautiful scenic show.
Was a memorable vision, to love and
to know.
Such a calming effect allowed me to
feel.
A state of wonder, that was wonderfully
surreal.
An experience of a lifetime to see
and react. A Peace in my soul, I
will never forget.
This visionary marvel was captured within.
Taking me to a place I have never been.
Michael Tor
A snowflake fluttered down
Without making a sound
I examined each as they sat on my arm
Intricate details on each one
Each with a beautiful design
Each with it's very own unique lines
How different are these snowflakes from us
We are all unique
We are all made with our very own design
Each of us design our own pattern in life
We are as unique and beautiful as this tiny snowflake
All the different patterns in snowflakes
All the different nationalities in the world
As in the beauty of the snowflake
There lies a beauty in all of us
Snowflakes melt away
Humanity must stay
And make a difference every day.
Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down
Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities.
I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished
By the eternal warmth of your words, over the seas of my shipwrecked dreams.
In the fragile surprise of an unexpected blessing,
I sought to grow stillness among the inked rocks of despair,
As if the caress spread over the spheres of celestial forests
Would fall in cascades over the drawn walls of reality.
The longing for you, like a white wolf in the night of seasons,
Held me close, knowing that the magical sound had returned,
Whispering about how we burst forth, two halves of a comet,
Onto stairs of lights that weave sublime orbits, which were our destiny to follow.
It is an ancient elixir to hear you with my soul clothed in sobs,
Echoing through valleys and over ages, like an echo from a lost symphony,
When fate placed side by side a sister and brother, spirits woven from the same thread,
And led them through the sanctity of a ceremony without a bride and without a crown.
Love has changed its face again, like a river beneath the moon altering its course,
You made me startle, ominous as the first snowflake in the late autumn,
And from flames of longing and deep sobs, I sought solace, recourse,
Like a pilgrim who with fervent prayers asks you to return to the temple of my barren life.