To Where a Snowflake Dies

Life cycle of a snowflake

A war in heaven reluctantly concedes
To the lullabies in the night singing softly
Covering us in heavenly sighs, whispers blow
As feathers falling light so grace intensely 
Escaping God's whitened watery coves

 

And somewhere up above
I believe there are angels also grooming
Thus, for the twilight showing, shedding as they rush
The world as such, always in a hurry
But, for an instance out of nowhere
An avalanche of marvel captivates the hush

 

And in my distant mind I most certainly can relate
As to the stars and ancient sands of grain
My tongue tasting these miracles of wonder
Reaching further to acquiesce
In greetings, to miniature designs
Crafted out of God's very hands of great

 

While, celestial bodies move
Constant shadows consume
Around assumptions of the human mind
Thus, begins the dusk and ends
To the place where a snowflake dies

 

Look around...
Who is it that seems to care
Or thinks to ponder the manual labor input here
With hammers, chisels, nuts and bolts
Never a witness to a mere mistake
Or upon discovery of any kind of erring

 

Yet, I listen… to the silence…
Extracting all its pleasure
Before, another million frigid seedlings dare
Met with daunting fate
And in the still of tranquil
Neither snowflake cries out or offers up complaints

 

For a day
Or merely several nights evermore
A complex purpose
Or unto thus, a simpler more existence
Then, I pause... unto supposition

As I meditate the atmoshere of message

 

Guesses drift off, into what's last unknown
Of the never ending knowing
Embracing their provident life
Watch as they rely on each other ever closer
In a bank of ice, waiting for the melting

Reviews

[jdr / Jennifer]

Elegant write- very deep. You can feel through your writing, that it comes from your heart. Dramatic, eloquent- 'And in my distant mind I most certainly can relate, As to the stars and ancient sands of grain, My tongue tasting these miracles of wonder, Reaching further to acquiesce, In greetings, to miniature designs, Crafted out of God's very hands of great' - one of my favorite verses. It has a wonderful easy flow to it and its quite unique in idea and style. I've only read 2 of your poems- but I really enjoy the way you write and look forward to reading more. Thank you for sharing this beautifully written piece.

'While, celestial bodies move
Constant shadows consume
Around assumptions of the human mind
Thus, begins the dusk and ends
To the place where a snowflake dies' -
Very interesting line & great idea for a title! Nicely done!

[Michael G. Smith]

I am honored by your words.

[DarkTruth]

I agree with jdr, very elegant but I would move a few things around.

[Michael G. Smith]

Well, you just can't say you'd move a few things around withouT showing which things, lol.

[Matching Socks]

This takes us on a lovely little journey but what I love is the gathering together of each tiny little particle to create one larger body.

I guess like any poem it's open to interpretation but with this one it really gave me that feeling that the hidden message here is that no matter how insignificant you feel something or someone is, if you bring enough of these "types" together, they will create something larger and more important, and much more visible.

Like a community, such as we have here. Or if you want to venture down political lines or religious...
Ok, let's not do that. Just in case we don't agree. :-)

Of course the "death" or melting of the snowflakes can also be considered a cleanse or purge to make way for the new ideas and leaders of the future coming together.

Or...............

This poem could be JUST about snowflakes and if would be no less beautiful than it is, and just as delightful to read. Sorry for the extremely long winded review. :-)

To summarize, great write, fantastic imagery, good flow. I liked it. A lot.
I could quote my favourite lines but I'd just be reciting the whole piece if I attempted to do that.

[Michael G. Smith]

Awesome review! You pointed out a perspective i didn't even see but the latter is what my intention is. Do we take the Lord's handy work for granted or try to appreciate it? Thanks for reading.

[Matching Socks]

Depends on your frame of kind I guess. :-).
And what you believe.

[Matching Socks]

Oops, that should be mind. Not kind.

[Matching Socks]

:-). .

[Michael G. Smith]

I just hope that readers will something in my poetry that gives them satisfaction, whatever that may be. I would hope all poets write to somehow move the reader any other motivation besides therapeutic reasons seems senseless to me.

[Michael G. Smith]

Will feel........

[Matching Socks]

Yes, well. Some of mine might be offensive due to bad language so be warned...
We all have our moods. But yes, I do agree with you. It's why I joined. To write what I feel.

[Michael G. Smith]

Yeah, I do find vulgarity offensive and detrimental to one's soul. I also understand ones freedom of expression. I appreciate those that put warnings on their work. Although, I wont read them or comment on them.

[Matching Socks]

That's why the warnings are there. :-)

[Matching Socks]

Thank you for respecting that. .:-)

[Michael K. Evans]

Wow, didn't know there was so much to tell about a snowflake? This is truly deep on a philosophical level. Really made me think and you wrote it perfectly. I will never look at snow the same way again, hahah.

[Michael G. Smith]

what can I say, lol but seriously sometimes I really do not know where this stuff comes from. Obviously its from somewhere in side. Thanks brother.

[Frieda P]

Beautifully written with a tender pen Mike. That fourth stanza is my favorite, the whole thing is stunningly etch'd.

[Michael G. Smith]

I was amazed myself that I wrote this. I wonder often how much the Lord puts into his work. Thanks Frieda.

[Frieda P]

You just can't help yourself, can you? ;-) My pleasure....

[Michael G. Smith]

You need to knock that chip off your shoulder cuz you cant help making digs at something you don't understand. Touche.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Your mind has such good complex thinking skills. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Mike. Your poems have elegance. :)

[Michael G. Smith]

It really does. Sometimes its a curse. I always want to know the why of things. This frustrates my wife at times, lol.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Hahaha, my best wishes to her, Mike. :)

[Michael G. Smith]

She needs them putting up with man child crying out from the wilderness. Lol

[Emerald Seas]

Very beautiful and profound. I don't think I'll ever look at a snowflake quite the same again. A soft flow to you words, as if the snow gently cascades with your poem quietly being spoken along as the flakes drift down. Excellent write!

[Michael G. Smith]

Wow, thanks. I never thought it was quite as good as you describe, but this is my personal favorite.

[Pryde Foltz]

Your words fall as softly as the snow you so beautifully describe. Great write, my friend.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Pryde.

[Rita L. Sev]

Nature is portrayed so beautifully in this piece, M.G. I love the imagery; the reader is carried gently through the poem. Great concluding line. I enjoyed this!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, I showed my wife your profile picture because you look eerily like our sister-in-law Maria's twin sister.

[Rita L. Sev]

Hmmm... that's cool. I do not have a twin, though it is no surprise that I might bear a resemblance to someone related to a Maria... Italian features and all... :)

[Michael G. Smith]

She is Dominican.

[Rita L. Sev]

Well, beauty such as this spans the globe! ;)

[Michael G. Smith]

Right on, Sister from another mister.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It seems to me that you love to dance through the snow...swirling and twirling...in a moonlight escapade..snow is so magical ...so cold and blanched... but oh how it brings warmth in smoky breath, rosy cheeks & child hearts.I think you may even secretly make snowballs and hide them in the freezer.LOL In all seriousness though I love the way you relate snow with heaven and the concept that it can be captured in ice..frozen and never lost...a prize in every melting piece...I miss snow :)

[Michael G. Smith]

I miss it also living in Florida.

[Great Aunt Astri]

This is a very thoughtful and thought provoking poem. I like the contrast between the little transient snowflake and the celestial machine

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you, that was my intention to provoke thoughts about the design of simply beautiful things.