LAST GATE

take in the snow falling like thoughts
slow in their spiral

languid in their language
dark and mottled under the light
the grey where night has not
slept
where the wind has not removed

this cold that slips between sleep
and dreams
stirs like the gusts
the parking lot entertains

night haunted as a lonely ballad

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Nordic cloud

14 years 3 months ago

You KNOW the snow

Dear Steven,

You know the snow
and this is the snow,
with your ever wistful attention
to the slow sailing flakes
of thoughts,
you fix to the page
the ephemeral greys
of the snowflakes

as they are light in light,
dark in shadow,
silhouetted in the contrasts
swirled into the gutters
and car parks of cities
to bed down the dust
in its non existence,
before melting
into nothingness.

Magical as aye Ann.

Esker

14 years 2 months ago

yes

yes Ann
this is true
if I could describe how I feel
about this scene then that
would be poetry

I am content for now to
describe it only in its viewpoint
from a perspective

thank you