Not really "by popular demand," although LC made a splash (hehehe). Just thought I would make Sunday his day...as often as I can...because it amuses me, no end, for reasons all my own. So without further ado, here's my darker half's offering, accompanied by a lovely John Muir sketch:
Snowflake
By Lemuel Crouse
Alone, awash amidst this sea of spruce
and pine I sit. Into the rising fog
I gaze as if to see some mystic realm.
Enchantment drew me to this holy hill
by promising a glimpse of heaven's bliss,
but haze and heavy clouds obscure my view.
The gloom, my doom it is, I think, to see.
What is it like to dream of future days
and not of nightmares past? The wintry blasts
come howling through my brain. Yet on the winds
of pain a solitary snowflake floats.
Someday the snow will fall and bury all
my shame beneath its pristine flow, and I
will know at last a season of new hope.
(John Muir sketch courtesy of: http://www.yosemite.ca.us/john_muir_writings/the_mountains_of_california/chapter_8.html)
17 comments:
Beautiful and mysterious poem, it remind me of time spent in the Arctic Circle. Thank you for sharing it :)
"What is it like to dream of future days/and not of nightmares past?" This poem suits my rather melancholic state of mind. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Such a lovely poem...........
Dear L.Cross,
Yes, I am with Argent. Perhaps I have spent too much time with old memories in my closet.
Some of those sad memorabilia can be looked at as triumph over adversity. But hell not all of them.
Snow blankets everything. There's a lot here in this poem.
Thanks for a thoughtful poem. And, you won an award at my blog.
And, I enjoyed Mr. Muir, too!
Ann T.
beautiful, i love it - i was raised in the midwest (MN) and you capture the season of snow so well...i love my memories and even those nightmares past feed my soul...it is a great place to write...do like your style...blessings...bkm
It's wonderful and I'm sooo glad you shared with One Shot
brrr I felt the chill come in the back door
Moon Smiles
enchanting and a bit haunting in that last line...as if waiting on hope. i hope it finds you smiles. nice oneshot!
I extremely enjoyed this poem..i love your blog,the idea of snow is intriguing,especially with that last stanza..lovely read..:)
This is a very deep poem indeed.
"Enchantment drew me to this holy hill
by promising a glimpse of heaven's bliss,
but haze and heavy clouds obscure my view." This lines is truly fantastic. i love them.
The poem draws the reader in (excuse bad pun) and offers uplifting hope for the future. Appreciate your poem. thanks, excellent One Shot piece to share, both poem and sketch are very well done.
wow..this was a beautiful piece..the opening stanza held me breathless..poetry that puts me in a place and keeps me there this most certainly was...cheers pete
beautiful piece you brought up - i especially liked the last line...Someday the snow will fall and bury all
my shame beneath its pristine flow, and I
will know at last a season of new hope...
I love the association of the pristine snow fall blanketing the past...creating a clean slate. Lovely!
And after winter, rebirth. Beautifully written and said. I could use a dose of that snow right now..it's 104 outside. More importantly you used the symbol to talk about so much and I really enjoyed reading it. Thanks.
That last stanza was just exquisite.
There is a high place near me called Holy Mount, where Shakers once gathered for religious ceremonies. Your poem reminded me so much of that spot. Lovely.
beautiful n mysterious...my kind of poem...love it:)
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