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Snowflake
by Richard VinceThe November wind stings
Hair still wet from the shower
As she walks sleepily to
The bus stop.
This morning is bright and
Clear; the low winter Sun
Makes the whole sky shine.
It is comprehensively eclipsed
By last night, and by
The smiles of all the people
With whom she felt at one.
She went to sleep in a dream,
And awoke in a reality of
Snooze buttons and coffee
And temperamental showers.
Her saturated hair makes her
Smile: she remembers why
There was no time to dry it.
Somehow, the crystalline feeling
Of the wind catching it is a
Metaphor for last night:
Uniquely beautiful, like a
Snowflake; a dream
She will never forget.
11/25/2009 Posted on 12/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/29/09 at 10:33 PM "Her saturated hair makes her / Smile: she remembers why / There was no time to dry it." I love how you paint the perimeter of a picture and leave the imagination to fill the area. Wonderful job. |
| Posted by Kimberly Bauer on 12/30/09 at 05:49 AM Some really great lines.. You really let the reader take what they want of it. nice work. |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 01/01/10 at 02:30 AM Got to love those types of dreams I could use a little more of that in my day to day lately. Want to come visit? :) |
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