Tis the season of term papers and exams, but the Magpie prompt and that lovely poem with which Tess led off, not to mention the local weather, beg for a response, so I give you Lemuel Crouse's "Snowflake," first posted back in August.
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.
And now I'm off in search of more coffee and a pair of woolly socks...and another red pen!
12 comments:
Wow. Deep stuff. Like the snow, perhaps. Good work.
Dear Dr. Linthead: Your light-hearted poem invokes the magic that I yearn to return to each year! Thank-you
Great rhythm to that and the rhymescome when you least expect. Good!
Thanks! Deep like the snow, indeed, Anne, and a magic I yearn for each year, chiccoreal. I often gravitate toward blank verse, Gerry, liking both the freedom it gives for unexpected rhyming and the rhythm and structure of iambic pentameter...I think of it as practicing the lessons I learned at the feet of Master Shakespeare, whose style ever humbles and inspires.
For my it is like a time a deep reflection when things slow down and you can take the time to move past the pain and view that time as the beginning of a new hope. Beautiful. I am trying to embrace winter this year.
If only snow could bury shame ... a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.
I like the imagery. Amidst the pain of the past there is the hope that a pristine snowflake can bring renewal.
... ahhh, turning into the skid to avoid going over the edge.
Love it!
I really like this, especially the lone snowflake. Nice Magpie.
The promise of new hope. I love that, Dr. L. Beautiful write.
beautiful --as willow noted there always hope--c
Really beautiful, LC! I am often struck by how similarly you and I see the world. We know and appreciate its beauty, but we spend a lot of time trying not to see the worm in the apple.
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