Solo Snowflake

Solo snowflake

Of quilted patterns

Whose brisk angles and edges

And crystalline ridges

Inspire.

Gentle snowflake

In feathered descent,

You search for a poet

And fare an ocean of

Faces.

Glinting snowflake

You’re nearing a hand

Stretched out to grab you in

To catch your ideas then

Melted.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I just love this poem...it is certainly the way a real poet will approach that single snowflake for inspiration....and often the ideas melt away before we can get them on paper.
j.

[NFA]

Thanks, Jacob. Glad you got the meaning of the poem. I remember watching a snowflake on my car door window. It was so intricate with its many silvery bars dashing random designs––I couldn't stop watching it, even while I was driving until it finally melted and dripped away. I was writing down the idea for the poem between red lights lol.

[jennifer little]

great write wonderful flow and i enjoyed reading it keep up the good work

[NFA]

Thanks so much Jennifer! Always feel free to send me read requests to read your work!

[jennifer little]

your welcome .
i have so many friends on here its hard to send read request unless i just select one to two names

[M. J. Smith]

Aye, snowflakes do seem to carry inspiration that melts into our souls. Beautiful images. Well written, my friend.

[NFA]

Thanks M.J., your comments always help me to know that what I'm writing makes sense.