These flakes of snow, falling around. . .
This is all my life.
I can see
There's sky above,
White.
Showering.
It is me.
(I owe everything to others)
These are the flakes of mine
Falling Down.
It's mine
My day, my night, my life.
I'm passing away
Away from my time
Away from my self
Away from my snow
Everything's changing,
... I'm melting.
I simply loved reading this. I like poems that make me think, and this one certainly did that. Why am I the first to review this? I was shocked. I expected to scroll down and see many reviews. That is okay; I enjoy stumbling upon hidden treasures, which I seem to have done. My favorite was your last line. I love the way you ended this poem. A wonderful ending to a wonderful poem.
Woha, this creates such a wonderful harmony between nature and human emotion.
In like its flow, but I think you really need to lose those brackets and change that verse into something less 'direct'.
I read this in light of the 'perspective;' contest and love the concept of addressing one's self as a month
It is really interesting
I could see describing the other months with human attriubutes as well
Good luck!
cheers, lea
every word
"These flakes of snow, falling around. . .
This is all my life.
I can see
There's sky above,
White.
Showering.
It is me.
(I owe everything to others)
These are the flakes of mine
Falling Down.
It's mine
My day, my night, my life.
I'm passing away
Away from my time
Away from my self
Away from my snow
Everything's changing,
... I'm melting."
mezmerizing
the visual of the melting such as the witch from the wizard of oz, the beauty of the snow, the ugliness of death intertwined
brilliant
nice work
thank you for entering my contest
This to me is a melancholic write and the last line reminds me of the 'Wizard of Oz' yet I agree with the previous reviewer in that this certainly does make you think. I love that about a work - I believe it means it is exceptional to illicit such from your reader. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha
I simply loved reading this. I like poems that make me think, and this one certainly did that. Why am I the first to review this? I was shocked. I expected to scroll down and see many reviews. That is okay; I enjoy stumbling upon hidden treasures, which I seem to have done. My favorite was your last line. I love the way you ended this poem. A wonderful ending to a wonderful poem.
I was born.
I live.
I'll die.
I know nothing.
Where I came from?
Where will I go?
I'm ignorant of my existance.
I'm uncertain of myself.
No beliefs.
No religion.
No god.
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