Enter Piano

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A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver
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Memories...

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The Snowman...
magical innocence
until he melts
traumatic experience




2017 PoppySilver


© 2017 Poppy Ruth Silver



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The sun is, until the moon.
The day is, until the night.
The boy and girl are, until age.

Just some immediate thoughts that came through the pipeline right after I read this in tandem with watching the video. Concise, and beautiful because of it, Pop.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

3 Months Ago

I like that train of thought hon...very true and everything has its natural cycles :) Thank you Asan.. read more
Asante

3 Months Ago

Always my pleasure, Pop. :)



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Traumatic indeed, even snowman has no immortality traits

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


cold and warm and carried away. if only to be carried away... thanks poppy

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Fun to make
Sad to watch melt
Wonderful memories
Fade when gone....

Well written, short and sweet...

Posted 1 Month Ago


Quite a melting there..a moment of bliss and then nothingness..

Posted 2 Months Ago


the memories live forever within us. a harsh reality but must accept that which we cannot change. what is, what was and what shall be ...

Posted 2 Months Ago


Same as life. Good moments wont last but the memory will. We must hold on to them.

Posted 2 Months Ago


a sad time when frosty has to go away,but there is always next winter

Posted 2 Months Ago


and people melt as well---frozen by past loves and pain, they start to melt when the right person comes along, but it is not easy---and sometimes before the love can be trusted, there is the trauma...of giving in.
j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


It is a sad day for the child who built the snow-man. The simple days of Winter. A wonderful part for us. Thank you Poppy for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


The sun is, until the moon.
The day is, until the night.
The boy and girl are, until age.

Just some immediate thoughts that came through the pipeline right after I read this in tandem with watching the video. Concise, and beautiful because of it, Pop.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

3 Months Ago

I like that train of thought hon...very true and everything has its natural cycles :) Thank you Asan.. read more
Asante

3 Months Ago

Always my pleasure, Pop. :)

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Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

United Kingdom



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Merry Meet all, 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 .. more..

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