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I Become a Blizzard
by Lacy D PhillipsI am not inspired by bare trees and frosted window panes.
The spittle of frozen rain is beautiful only for its slight music.
(One of the many blessing of a tin roof and nights alone.)
I close my eyes to its uneven staccato tones...
and become, instead, a blizzard.
In my dreams, the skies gift blinding snows.
I come to know what it is to be less an entity
and more an act of God.
I crystallize in mid-flight...
and fall.
I accumulate still greater depths
and collect in the soft hollows of my subconscious.
All sound is swallowed up.
All light hurled back at its source.
I lay and wait for a gusting wind
to whip me into wicked drifts.
You may shelter in my lea,
but do not attempt to navigate
lest you risk the freeze. 02/09/2008 Author's Note: Intended to be the long-awaited second stanza of "A Wintry Mix" but it insisted on being its own entity.
Posted on 02/09/2008
Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/09/08 at 03:45 PM I love it all - its flow, elegance, and there's something brilliant about these lines "I come to know what it is to be less an entity
and more an act of God."
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| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/09/08 at 07:07 PM what an awesome concept. i personally despise the winter but love the imagery you've brought here with it. amazing how much like nature we can be when seen through a poet's eyes. |
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