SnowMan

I tried to put your eyes in,
time and time again,
when the sun was melting you
I tried to make you see
through black coal,
but you couldn’t
and it was impossible,
the heat of the day returning,
and every time
your limbs that I wanted to hold me
would fall away,
just fall away,
I’d pick them up
stick them back in again -
to your sides that were dripping -
through your ribs,
one missing,
I tried to keep you upright,
but over and over you’d slide,
your buttons coming undone
and one after another
they’d fall to the ground,
I even once called to the neighborhood children for help,
one so little she wanted to call you daddy,
but the others,
they just told me to give up,
that Spring was coming,
and you too, like Winter
would soon be gone,
and every day the sun came up,
you melting,
throwing you into puddles
to the ground, 
until a crow came by and flew off with your nose,
and as he went he called back, “too cold! too cold!”
but I didn’t want to listen,
instead, I pocketed what was left of you,
your eyes, your rock of a mouth,
those buttons that broke with your insides
and as I did I foolishly called back to him,
“next Winter!” I yelled,
“he won’t melt!"
You’ll see,
he won’t melt

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

I really loved this..somehow i felt so much depth here..
snowman ,and the likes usually told of death..it seemed
thats what you meant..you tried to keep everything about him in place..
but each time things would fall out..for its time out ..and winter is gone
its time for spring and new lives to bud,,you try to hold the pieces together
and even sought some help but everyone even a crow told you to give up
and you just took whats left behind and pocketed them in side you
and foolishly yelled next winter he will not melt,but surly he will
i really liked this ,i hope i read you well..
lovely write..

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you touch me here with every bend of grace of innocent saviour in action~the metaphor here is so thoughtfully placed in the center of open interpretation and applicable to so many areas of existence~ gorgeous writing ~

[Ed Hart]

what you have to say, and how you say it, helps my eyes get down the page, where i always pause in admiration

[Tony]

Hmmm, interesting. Alot going on here. This made me feel something to the effect of that childlike need to save someone from themselves or their nature and their place in their immediate environment despite the futility of this action-- that's just how the poem moved me. Rich imagery throughout.

M

[Lola Nation]

next winter you will need a freezer