He is Snow

He is Snow

A Poem by not me
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An attempt at structure.....

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He is snow. Much loved, yet ice.
A trembling touch
He fits the palm of my red hand.

But he, is snow - and he crumbles
Under reckless weight
Of those who feel snow is a game

He is snow. Hardened, hollow
From a dark, cruel night
Quaking under a fragile moon.

He is snow, with wish to melt.
He couldn't be held
Long enough to be understood.

Fire and Ice could never co-exist
Yet how they loved
And longed to be more permanent.

© 2008 not me


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Striking imagery! Really dig your use of symbolism here.


Posted 13 Years Ago


Brief, vivid images, hinting at simple yet eternal themes of love and passion and the duality of life--good job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Mm wow. This is pretty indulging for one to read. I really feel it and 100pct relate. Thanks for the words. Pen on.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Bravo!! I Love this one, too! Snow...it's innocent presence at times. What a way to describe snow, as you have here with regards to "him"....as though the fire within would melt him away. Nicely done. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on May 21, 2008
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