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Author Name: Freebluefish 3 Comments
Date Added: November 24, 2004 08:11:54 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Snow Circles
Thoughts how you walk
in the snow of my mind.
How my lips blue
in the glitter of frosty possibilities.
Geometric chambers icy disappointments
glow in the empty white waste of desire.

Lost i always seem
forgotten at unknown doors
in a uncertain circles i cannot trace
the circumference of.
My feet are not rulers
for i am not concise
for my soul is not metric.
It contains a mystery of its own
measuring system.
For i have not beauty
only the words blowing
in antisimmilies
poetry how you turn on me
tell me what i am not like...
only the chill of verisimilitude
ices the contours of my face.
my heart is not hidden in coat
from the cold.
How it shivers for wisdom
Snow Angel
How my forehead trembles
as the snowflakes kiss
the simpleness of my head
and my hands have lost
their mittens of cleverness
and fingers cry out in silence
but the mittens shall never be found..

i feel you power mysterious circles
as you bend my paths
and fill my toes with forgetfulness
through the frozen grasses of hope
but the trees of my faith
always produce such strange fruit
of emotion a warm flush
from the depths of my being.
What Holly
as the steam of my breath writes
swirling cursive in the transparent air.
Share red berries with my cheeks
unpredictable season.

i always orbits
in the absurdly of my plans
spent in the longing of storms
blizzards that erase my passage in the world.....
Why can i not be a snowman
and the snowflakes shall leave
me to the quietness
of my speculations
and my eyes could change into coal
and in the pressure of years
i shall have diamonds...
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Comment By: FreeDavid Rojas on June 1, 2006 12:40:18 PM Report
Amazing imagery.
Your choice of words were meticulously chosen, and it shows, to birth this spectacular gem.

Bravo- I reveled in the reading of this poem, as it brought back some memories.

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on November 25, 2004 02:54:39 AM Report
*sigh* so enchanting! Another fine gem...a diamond I think! *smiles* Your talent is your treasure Andrew! =))

~Barbara~ *lovin' this*
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on November 24, 2004 10:50:46 AM Report
Snow Angel
How my forehead trembles
as the snowflakes kiss
the simpleness of my head
and my hands have lost
their mittens of cleverness
and fingers cry out in silence
but the mittens shall never be found>>.. WHAT YOU DO TO MY HEART?? LOVE ~ SHE


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