bigbadron91
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- Aug 22, 2010
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A pom for you guys,hope you like.
It's entitled......
The Snow Fall.
Snowflakes fall
with a whispering sigh
thru a lacework
of branches
woven
across a slate grey sky.
Like fragments
of poetry
random thoughts
or fading memories
that tickle the edge
of consciousness.
Some
falling to a stream
will merge with the dark waters
flowing within
yet never stand alone.
Others swirl dance
rise and fall on a rippling breeze
coming to rest
miles from their inception.
Like an unfinished stanza
written long ago
some will alight on the rosy cheek
of a child as a mothers kiss will
and only be recalled in adulthood
as a pleasant memory.
Others though
fall as a blizzard
but melt too fast
and overflow the dam within.
Some may survive
as a poem a story an essay perhaps
or a novel.
We live and breathe through one season only
one human life.
A single finite memory
crafted as we please.
Depicted like a painting of a snowfall
on a rocky hillside
meant for others to enjoy.
While only we and we alone
can navigate the stony battlements
of the ground which lies beneath.
It's entitled......
The Snow Fall.
Snowflakes fall
with a whispering sigh
thru a lacework
of branches
woven
across a slate grey sky.
Like fragments
of poetry
random thoughts
or fading memories
that tickle the edge
of consciousness.
Some
falling to a stream
will merge with the dark waters
flowing within
yet never stand alone.
Others swirl dance
rise and fall on a rippling breeze
coming to rest
miles from their inception.
Like an unfinished stanza
written long ago
some will alight on the rosy cheek
of a child as a mothers kiss will
and only be recalled in adulthood
as a pleasant memory.
Others though
fall as a blizzard
but melt too fast
and overflow the dam within.
Some may survive
as a poem a story an essay perhaps
or a novel.
We live and breathe through one season only
one human life.
A single finite memory
crafted as we please.
Depicted like a painting of a snowfall
on a rocky hillside
meant for others to enjoy.
While only we and we alone
can navigate the stony battlements
of the ground which lies beneath.
