A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver

No two snowflakes are the same...


A dark mood 
some may call it
they would be correct
yet blind to the depths
but you...
you see clearly
holding me tight
your strength
is the only light
I know
you are the sun
when I fear 
imminent snow
for it will cascade soon
pure and driven with purpose
as I fall into the brightness of it all
searching for footsteps no longer there
remembering snowmen built without a care
strange how the fingers still feel the cold
I haven't worn gloves since

©2017 PoppySilver

© 2017 Poppy Ruth Silver

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searching for footsteps no longer there

Line really struck.
You paint a vivid image of ppl against cruel environment (snow) but then that too is stripped and naked ljke a gloveless hand

Posted 1 Month Ago

Every moment is different just like snowflakes...interestingly written...

Posted 4 Months Ago

A longing , yearning and experiencing - all woven into masterpiece of this uncalledfor yet surprising life..awesome

Posted 5 Months Ago

sometimes we long to feel - anything. memories can be born anywhere and live in us no matter what triggers. so we hold tight and revisit at will - 'tis the beauty of going "gloveless" ...

Posted 5 Months Ago

This is amazingly imaginative! Love the way the intensity seems to build as one reads along & also the casual word play & scattered rhymes. Good use of contrasts, too. Your message is captivating! Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Months Ago

Very nice work Poppy. Quite haunting in some ways. I very much like the way yours follow and the pictures they help me to make. Like Andrew, I've gone back about 3 times to the final line! I've decided not to trey and understand it but instead just enjoy the feel of it.


Posted 5 Months Ago

Nigel Newman

5 Months Ago

I hate auto correct!!! I like the way your [space] words flow ...
as is no two moments are the same Poppy. Interesting write, had to read several times because of the last line. I felt not wearing gloves was really resigning to the fact that this moment would not be repeated! I like this write!

Posted 5 Months Ago

deep and thoughtful, very original Poppy

Posted 5 Months Ago

, gloveless to hold hands, the snowflakes melted, it cascaded. It gave a warmth but was really cold hands. it tells a lot. i like it

Posted 5 Months Ago

almost sounds like love,enjoyed it

Posted 5 Months Ago

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Added on November 23, 2017
Last Updated on November 23, 2017


Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

United Kingdom

Merry Meet, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My firs.. more..