| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/30/06 at 02:55 AM A few words that bring so many images to mind! Makes me want to put a sign out. DO NOT Snow Here! LOL!! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/30/06 at 03:08 AM What an apt description of snow, at least what I remember of snow. When I was a small child and lived in the continental US... I played in snow .. and do remember the feel of it.. Although this one is about snow, it could also be about the way some people feel about love... metaphorically speaking... |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/30/06 at 10:19 AM I'm afraid it is part and parcel of this world. Its natural tendency, if you will, is to succeed in defiling whatever appears undefiled. Too much truth here, Chris. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 12/31/06 at 01:14 AM seriously! what is it about snow that is so beautiful as it falls and then gets annoying soon after that? :) a great piece |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/03/07 at 11:43 PM brilliant take on the quick transformation. It's also like the sad demise of that beautiful Christmas tree every year, brought in with glory and attention, then heaved onto the salt-snow-laden lawn for pick-up with no dignity left. Well done Chris. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/06/07 at 03:48 PM Don't know how I missed this one. The glory of snow is fleeting, at least at roadside - now the call of the meadow or the large park covered in it there's another thing. Your contrasts here make this a fine poem. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/07/07 at 07:11 AM the kind of irony and contrast I like to exploit myself...well done snow job, Chris...lol |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/07/07 at 01:47 PM This is said so well in an economy of words- I live in NJ and HATE snow! Excellent write! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/08/07 at 01:07 PM a beautiful notion you have conceived and written down Chris. and yet the many other notions we deem pristine and permitted to touch us in ephemeral ways and then discard along the wayside for their having been torn asunder from their pristiness to become part of a darker and dankier world only to be rehashed into pristine again and then once more permit to touch our tongues. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/08/07 at 09:18 PM Yes...what a great metaphor-- working on every level-- literal, emotional, and more. The blank page even... a moving and thought inciting image. There is a lot here in the short poem--- probably because you have been moved by this for a long time--and finally it slipped of the tip of your tongue into a perfect little densely packed poem! |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 01/13/07 at 01:40 AM i lived in ohio and couldn't agree more. such a shame! PK |
