Persona Poem as Snowfall
Who can withstand the beauty of this day—
(the summer snow that speaks a word
and vanishes in night’s envelope
into whorling distance
with scant warning)—my body
thaws under whirling wisp of sky.
Now pained and speechless, I learn
our faces melt, wet with rain.
Yet, we bless your feet,
happy to look in your face
unashamed and landing on your nose
our soul blows through a busker’s
strings strung bluegrass, lonesome
high—her voice waving goodbye.
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A winter rain from summer snow. What a thought. Does she melt her frozen heart for you in the end?
A romance? Never occurred to me this time.
Great ending.
I have settled alone
atop of Jack’s knob,
second highest mountain peak
in Clinton County
and watched the silent
snow claim the world
below me…
thanks for bring back that poem
to me.
Great economy with words! I love the title. Beautiful ending. Also like the first line.
I like the opening seasonal dissonance and how the snow has its own sentience. I find it interesting how sometimes the snow speaks and sometimes the human perceives.
Your first line and last line work so well together, but your third stanza is my favorite. Love the imagery and the personification. Great work!
fresh experience of summer
we were on the same track today
the high lonesome of what we have become
time is usually what we play with eh?
Lovely, Manny! So creative and unexpected and intimate. Not sure about the title (could it be simpler?) but the poem is a cut gem.
“her voice waving goodbye.” 🔥
Your poem is the first I am reading this year, here’s to another great renewal of Lexpomo!
Hallo sweetums! 💫 Can and will wait to read yours!
That last stanza is incredible. The poem as a whole is outstanding, but that last stanza just sticks the landing. Amazing!
looking forward to flipping to your poem!
It went from winter to summer, and in such a beautiful way. Thank you for this Manny. The final line is freaking fire!!
Thank you for dropping in! I love you!
Great perspective of summer and with beauty!
This is lovely!
thank you!
Lovely start to June, Manny!
Love:
whirling wisp of sky.
Yesssss:
our soul blows through a busker’s
strings strung bluegrass, lonesome
high—her voice waving goodbye.
Such great sounds and tone. I really love “our soul blows through a busker’s/strings strung bluegrass, lonesome…”
Lovely start to a lovely month. Your poems never disappoint, Manny!
Hi Manny! Love “vanishes in night’s envelope.” Your lyricism inspires me.
I’ve seen a rabbit tracker in April, amongst tiny stalls of corn and more than a couple flurries in May.
Thank you for the exquisite imagery.