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take in the snow falling like thoughts
slow in their spiral
languid in their language
dark and mottled under the light
the grey where night has not
slept
where the wind has not removed
this cold that slips between sleep
and dreams
stirs like the gusts
the parking lot entertains
night haunted as a lonely ballad
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Comments
Nordic cloud
Mon, 2011-04-18 16:07
You KNOW the snow
Dear Steven,
You know the snow
and this is the snow,
with your ever wistful attention
to the slow sailing flakes
of thoughts,
you fix to the page
the ephemeral greys
of the snowflakes
as they are light in light,
dark in shadow,
silhouetted in the contrasts
swirled into the gutters
and car parks of cities
to bed down the dust
in its non existence,
before melting
into nothingness.
Magical as aye Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Esker
Tue, 2011-04-19 11:57
yes
yes Ann
this is true
if I could describe how I feel
about this scene then that
would be poetry
I am content for now to
describe it only in its viewpoint
from a perspective
thank you