The Snowflake Chronicles

August 2017 Poems

Watermelon Memories

Cold watermelon
A hot summer afternoon
Grandpa is fishing

Loneliness

Silence
Is never so complete
As when you set along
Listening to the background noises.

It is then
You must face yourself,
You must look within to find
The spark that unites you with the Universe.

Being
The only person
In a room is similar
To being the only person on a planet.

A room
Fells different
When you share it with other people.

Reality: A Cactus Flower

Its ruby blossoms
Glisten with morning dew

Its thorns
Take the heedless unaware
Slash deep
Draw blood
Leave splinters in the open wound

Remove the splinters
Stop the blood
The healing process must begin

Left in
The thorns will poison the soul
Slay the spirit
Kill all hope

Oklahoma Memories

The thin-green carpet
Breaks slowly through the rich soil
Refreshing the air

Black clouds gather in
a sky of deepened blue
And the warm rain falls

Orange and gold leaves
Fall slowly to the ground
Making a carpet

Swiftly the snow falls
Making a carpet of white
For me to walk on

Creation Saturday: The Pain in My Left Foot

The memory of you
Has become a dull ache,
Like the pain in my left foot
Caused by a stone bruise on my instep.

Your memory
Is an old injury
Receding with time,
Like the ache in my foot
As the bruise heals.

Now,
I can look forward to a day,
When the wound of your memory disappears,
Like an ingrown toenail
Removed and dis cared
With yesterday's trash.

It wasn't always this way!

There was a time
When the memory of you
Sent sharp stabbing, burning pains
Through the core of my being
Like a rusty nail
Penetrating the sole of my shoe
And piercing the ball of my foot.

Oriental Echoes: To Machout

Written while listening to Quant en moy.

Oriental echoes
Clash with the rising west,
Strings and voices via for attention,
Rising in unity voice echoes voice.