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.

[rutherford]

M.G., thanks for steering me to this one. I enjoyed this on several levels. The connections between the snowflakes, stars and grains of sand. Very rich in parallels. Also like the somewhat epic nature of what takes places in the creation of the flakes -- a war in heaven. Finally the transient unpredictable life of the flakes. Favorite line: "another million frigid seedlings dare"

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, so many US fail to see the grand designs around us in the simpleest things.

[Simon Welsh]

I love it. I found this was kickass.


Speaking of Slaughter... 'Nothing Left To Lose' ;)

[Moniba]

:( Again, I am lost in your vocabulary...

[Michael G. Smith]

Time for a dictionary. Lol

[Moniba]

I have a thing for dictionaries, but not at moments like this one ;P

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"In a bank of ice, waiting for the melting"

the spring of life, the snowflake dies...i like the whole god, angels etc. thing dealing with the moon and stars, the celestial beings at play as we watch the beautiful sky..

winter skies are crisp and clear and beautiful...but then spring skies are enticing...warm and melting...and it is the time for hearts to melt.