Closure

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 29, 2012


Snow is the stack of cards,
maybe aces who are looking
to become diamonds,
that is motionless yet unified-
our body parts still and
finding the latitude and longitude
where our existence is interlocked
by one key.

Snowflakes are the prosaic
movement unable to be mimicked,
for how can our heartbeats fall
together in such a pronounced silence?

I am holding onto warmth,
though God and all the angels (spirits?)
wandering above know I see snow's
deliverance as a dance to take lessons from...
I beg for heat.

Not the heat that buries itself under
crooks or within glass mirrors,
not a type of fog I turn around and
become lost in;
I take forty minute showers,
hating the wetness but not wanting
to step out in case

everything leaves me.

Snow is the landscapes I see from inside,
but I want the snowflakes impressing upon me
without any marks or charcoal stains or
.....evidence.

Snow is cold substance which has
seen diesel and heavy boots and plows
much too often-
yet no one knows if its eyelashes are
our yesterday's, or if they really make our skin
unbearably dry.

What if they hold heat once we let them
sink further into us? a lightness that may
close the shivers we

cringe from.

- 12/29/12

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  • 11 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    "This is one of those poems where nobodies words will ever do it complete justice.
    I will say I read Tara's comment before forming my own and find it interesting that she states that snow can make us feel lost and the cold is uninviting. Only because, to me, snow is magical and pretty and that if you really meant it, it can create such warmth, no matter if it is meant to be cold, if it is meant to be lonely or lost or lonesome. To me, it creates the soothing visuals of what we experienced as kids-waiting for Santa, waiting for Rudolph, knowing and waiting that snow means winter and Christmas time, a time for family, friends and thanks. (Not necessarily in that order.)
    Of course that being said, when I delve deeper into this poem, I'm at a loss, emotionally at least. Is the snow a cold yet soothing and inviting place or something to run from?
    Go even further and I see..it's truly lonely, it has no one, or at least the author does not, metaphorically speaking, and that ending, well all I can say at the moment, is that it is one HECK of an ending. It really does the entire poem justice and allows the reader to feel every emotion both good and bad from start to finish.
    The whole concept of this poem coupled with meaning, emotion, depth and flow, well all I can say is they really compliment each other. The author did an outstanding job with this one of a kind piece!"

    ;)

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    WOW!!
    I don't know what to say about this piece, the cold can be uninviting, snow can make us feel lost, because we need warmth to survive, beauty can be deceiving can't it.

    yet no one knows if its eyelashes are our
    yesterday's, or if they really make our skin
    dry.

    ^^These lines really stood out to me, we cry over so much that has happened but sometimes we spend too long in the past and we lose sight of everything we have and what good has come from life.

    WOW! You are awesome, and this piece is just amazing.

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