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A poem written many years ago, but still felt today.

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                                      I feel like powdered snow

    being blown by passing cars.

                                      Alone and cold, I am nothing

        more than crystalized water

    with a frozen heart.

                                      Oh sun!

  Please melt my melancholy spirit.

    Let the water of my being

                                      quench the thirst of flowers yet to be.

Author's Note

Thanks Greg for catching that. It's been a long time since I wrote this poem, and after awhile, it becomes a part of you...typos and all. lol

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Well J.M. this is so profound and true for many! You have captured the essence of loneliness. Simple and to the point! Well Done!

[Tate Morgan]

You know I read this work of yours and find commonality with it For it is in whole coherent thought and sentence.Many I read make no sense they are full to the rim with expensive words and no content Bravo you tell of the thoughts of the soul .I myself use common words in uncommon ways I think poetry is for the masses.Or as George in Its a wonderful life said They are the ones doing most of the living and dying in this world .You will never go wrong telling the truth in emotion It speaks to all men and it shares their experience I read these and cant help them mixing with my own life and times Like a smell reminding you of a memory your work has that effect to the common man it speaks the truth !!!

[CompellingComposer]

Wow, this is a beautiful piece. Simply stunning.