Before the Snow Came

Before the Snow Came

A Poem by Tara

Before the snow came
The night was bluelighted
And the moon, eclipsed.
But the stars compensated.


I could hear them twinkling
As one hears graveyard sighs.
The clouds were heavy in white.
The sky felt their burden.

In the homes fires warmed souls
Lovers embraced
Unaware of the storm
Deepening the skies.

Even the tides swelled with song
Rushing over shells and stones
The moon, its puppeteer
Silvered strings stretched taut.

Before dawn, the snow fell
White dust of God
Blessing all with stillness
Under the veil of Winter Eyes.

© 2008 Tara


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breathtaking......i would do the "comment thing" where i plucked a line or two that "moved" me but A) that isn't my style and B) i would have to repeat the entire poem. from line one this piece displayed a passion for love and lonilessness that drips pure poetry. i am nothing in the world of poetry so my comments mean even less however i know my heart and it adores this poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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breathtaking......i would do the "comment thing" where i plucked a line or two that "moved" me but A) that isn't my style and B) i would have to repeat the entire poem. from line one this piece displayed a passion for love and lonilessness that drips pure poetry. i am nothing in the world of poetry so my comments mean even less however i know my heart and it adores this poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem is a sensual treat: it's full of vivid images and sounds, smells and tastes and feelings. And it's also significant in meaning. The narrative of the storm weaves through the poem and holds its own. There are a few constructions I stumbled over: "homes fires" is a bit off to me--it might need a comma after "homes" to separate the plurals more. And I think you are saying the moon is a puppeteer, which is a great metaphor imo. Maybe something like "The puppeteer moon's silvered strings stretched taut" would be smoother. Just a thought. Overall, lovely. My favorite of yours so far. :-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


This ia an absolutely moving and well-versed poem
I am still alight with the white dust
You are a gifted writer, you brought me somewhere
'the star's compensated' as if even they could not make it right
Thanx for the memory, Tara

J.P.O.et

Posted 16 Years Ago


I could hear them twinkling
As one hears graveyard sighs.


Even the tides swelled with song
Rushing over shells and stones
The moon, its puppeteer
Silvered strings stretched taut.


These are really well, though out line; they are my favorite in the whole piece. Overall, nice, constant tone. The rhythm was perfect. I enjoyed it. Nice write.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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