A Poem by Chelsea

A poem I thought of as I watched it snow a bit today.



The snow as beautiful as a million diamonds

Won’t you share some with Africa?

© 2010 Chelsea

Author's Note

This poem just came to me for no reason. I was watching it snow and was struck by the beauty. It looked like a million diamonds so that’s where my first line came from. But the second line has two meanings. I hope I got this right… Africa doesn’t get much snow so the thought was sharing it with them. Also the other idea was sharing the diamonds as I know Africa is poverty stricken… I don’t know if this makes sense.. But reviews would be great, thanks!

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Kind of nice with containing the feeling of the holiday with goodwill and peace on to give.

Posted 7 Years Ago

It's funny because I was thinking you were referring to how bad Africa needs clean fresh drinking water to drink and water for their crops. I love the beauty in this poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago

"The snow as..." - The snow's as.... or - The snow is as...

Other than that great job. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

short simple yet cratively written :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

i love it..amazing and direct def. a it hit me hard....

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is interesting, as most diamonds come from Africa - yet the average person does not share in the wealth. Sharing the wealth with our African brothers and sisters is a lovely, lovely value.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I really like this poem. It makes its point and it has a sharp delivery. The best part is that you never expanded the first line into 15 lines about how beautiful snow is. I've favourited it.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on November 10, 2010
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