Safe, Danger, Deadly

There was a snow storm yesterday. Scared me out of my mind to drive to school on those roads. Funny, though... poetry gets easier when I'm "out of my mind."

Feathery dimes and cobweb quarters

Fall and float from compact clouds,

Swirl and flip in ceaseless numbers

Turning hard, safe, black

Into soft, danger, white

Into hard, deadly, gray.

Forsake my trusty steed--

His front legs are strong and sure

On hard, safe, black

But he gets nervous

On soft, danger, white

And refuses to move

On hard, deadly, gray

So I find an old friend--

His legs are strong sure,

All four of them,

In any surface, condition, color.

But he is big and slow

And cannot see well.

Better to be safe in danger

Than blind on black.

Black white gray

Safe danger deadly

Hard soft hard--too hard.

Hard as a mirror,

And just as cold.

Author's Note

Don't read into this too much. A lot of it is pretty clear symbolism, but some of it is just poetic gabbing.

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Good work with metaphors. The flow is very good here, nice, sharp and rhythmic. I grew up in New England and can relate to this greatly.