Parenthetical snow
Deliberate repression
Encounters with no
Four frost-bitten quarters
Walking down roads
Talking in whispers
Determined to know
A bench in the forest
Broken and freezing
Drifting down snowflakes
Emptied by heaving
In silent ululation
And coming unfrozen
I counted the crystals
Face upturned, choice chosen
I saw the umbilical
He named it space
Dissolved by the stillness
Abdication with grace
He said what is severed
Creates his expanse
That sacred detachment
Allows him to dance
9 comments:
This makes me feel like I'm actually out there making a snow angel. BIG SMILE
Lovely. We had our first snow yesterday, and I'm ready for more.
you saw the umbilical...
oh misha. i love how you see. this was exquisite. so well written. xo
This has such a wonderful flow to it....like the dance of snow....i love this Misha! :-)
such beautiful, beautiful words. love it.
such a beautiful, poem, so glad i stopped by today:)
thank you. :)
Yes. I've been in this place too, I think. And it comforts me to know that I am not alone on the journey... your writing is very beautiful... and thanks, also, for stopping by my blog and leaving your kind comment.
Thank you, each one of you. Very much.
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