Tuesdays is Poetics day over at dversepoets.com
and the prompt is "snow". It's been tough in the East but here we've had just one snowfall which was beautiful and lasted just long enough for it to be thoroughly enjoyed.Tiniest of soft quilts,
each patterned differently,
fall light grey against the pale moonlight (yes, at the same time)
Coolness lands on my flushed hot cheeks,
my tongue for them does reach
in childlike delight -
as when you and I did meet
Snowflakes accumulate,
cover the roads and lawn,
came our idea to build a snow faun
So hard to know just what to expect;
all melts and disappears
You held me closely but
there was no future perfect
With every first snowfall,
I recall how you lit my fire
In the past tense, but not forgotten,
the love we shared for a little while,
when under a blanket of snow we slept
Those years I do not regret -
for a long time, you in my heart I kept
So hard to know just what to expect;
ReplyDeleteall melts and disappears
is the emotional line for me...also pairing it with them holding you...
giving doubt to that....
when I was young I ran notoriously high temps...still do, though few and far between...
and during a snow storm one year, they laid me in the snow to get my temp down...
the melting tucked at my heart strings...the wanting to hold on but knowing there can't be a future...oy...
ReplyDeleteThe way to use the snow as a metaphor works so well here.I especially like the imagery of the melting snow that pulls you back into that memory...
ReplyDeleteall good things must come to an end... love your use of snow metaphors... and how the 1st snowfall brings back those flaming memories... smniles
ReplyDeleteParamour of the past, all tight abs & hot lips, sensuous co-mingling, but afterward nothing for the mind or spirit; let the ice man melt here in the Now; but nice that he flashes into a secret chamber of your heart when the first snowfall comes.
ReplyDeleteGosh, this is powerful.
ReplyDeleteThe heat of the passion with the imagery of the snow is splendid. :-)
ReplyDelete-HA
How deliciously delicate - love it.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteVery pretty. I enjoyed the parallelisms.
ReplyDeleteI love the ending, how nostalgic and romantic K ~ May you always recall the fire with every first snowfall ~
ReplyDeleteGreat use of the snow throughout your poem, Kathy. I liked the wistful tone too.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the nostalgia in this. Those first snowfalls really do bring back memories, don't they?
ReplyDeleteTruly there is something unique and romantic about snow where it does not usually fall.. or even cold where heat and humidity rule the torrent of human heart...
ReplyDeleteHomecoming and hot chocolate are truly delight when the nuance of snow is rare and stays magical too...in heart alight..:)
In the past tense but not forgotten... delicate, sweet, romantic and wistful... beautiful comparisons.
ReplyDeleteYes, appreciation of snow is all a question of depth and duration!
ReplyDeleteThe poetic inversion gives this poem the atmosphere of a Victorian story, charming.
all melts and disappears...no future perfect - your use of snow as both a reminder of the past, and as a metaphor for the past as well...very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThose years I do not regret -
ReplyDeletefor a long time, you in my heart I kept
Sensuously most nostalgic. Great feelings brought out where many can relate to! Great lines Kathy!
Hank