Average American Snowman

random thoughts...... random lines....

Snowy landscapes fill the windows,
While warm inside the fire crackles.
The cup in my hand warms my fingers,
The air outside cools the snowman.

Why does that man always
Choose to be frozen,
Motionless out in the yards?

Why doesn’t he have a family,
A job, a pet?

Why must he always be pale,
Fat, and expressionless?

I set down the mug with my
still-frozen fingers,
and bundle up once again.

I create for this man
A body,
A wife,
Children,
And a dog,
A nose, two eyes,
And two ears.

Then I step back to survey my work.

In front of me I see
A fantasy life.
One that no one
Actually lives.

I move the man away from his family,
Give him a briefcase and a cell phone,
A top hat, and a scarf,
Then a little more snow around the waist
Of the children, mom, and dad.

Once I’m finished,
I step back to survey my work.
Before me, I see the average American family.
I smile and then trudge back inside
To finish my hot cocoa.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poor snowman had it made till you dressed him up for work. I like this poem. The life of us in the USA is hard and simple. A very good poem for winter. The hot cocoa always taste better on a cold winter day. A excellent poem. Made me smile this morning.
Coyote

[Sydney Evans]

This is really expressive and true (: I love it (: