the scene is quite picturesque
as the snow falls silently,
the white stillness
deafening.
flake
by
crystalized
flake
falls
effortlessly
to
the fluff-encrusted ground,
blanketing the earth
with an isolating,
haunting
pall.
the
silence is
appalling
even as
it is
appealing;
a misanthropic heaven
that forever begets a
codependent’s
hell.
the
snow
falls harder,
faster,
quiet-
er
than it ever has before,
deepening the cold,
icy solitude’s
hollowed
tomb.
we
were
all mute
within
the
womb.
the silence of the storm
brings the need to
scream aloud;
nobody
ever
hears.
the
snowflakes
fall
upon
bedazzled
eyes
and deaf ears that won’t hear
the screams of those
suffering outside
their pretty
window
pane.
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It's a cold world-hotting up.
Here's to the warmth. Thank you for reading and commenting, my friend.
Once again the format enhances the feel of falling snow and its blanketing of the ground as it piles higher. The metaphor works well and the feeling of being abandoned and isolated in the masses is clear to me. Snow is deafening in its silence.
Thank you, Soren. I am glad that it did come across as snow falling. That was what I was hoping to pull off. Thank you so much for your time and your comment, as always. ❤️🙏
How heartfelt is this poem Tristen. The silence and coldness felt amid the crystal beauty.
Snowflakes are so delicate yet the mood in this poem hangs heavy. Have a wonderful Sunday.
Hi Cassie. Thank you so much, my dear friend. I really appreciate your time and your feedback. Knowing you are ahead of me, I hope your Sunday was awesome and I hope your Monday will be too! ❤️🙏
Come, come, take a second look and see the darling flakes all jostling as they descend impetuously, the silence of falling snow very much alive and listening, listening without a voice to break the almost hallowed silence which half seems to beg a reverence even while we trudge in lonely naught to our tasks. [I'm dreadfully overtired and rambling, please forgive me.]
Exquisite and rendered to effect with a painful poignancy and such delicious imagery. Thank you, thank you for sharing.
No need for apologies. 🤣 Thank you, MIssy, for taking the time to read even while tired. Much appreciated, my friend. I hope you were able to get some rest. ❤️
A sense of quiet despair and the need for words in the silence, a really compelling piece! Thanks for sharing, quite enjoyed this.
Thank you, my friend. Glad it resonated. 🙏❤️
You're very welcome
Good write T.
Thank you Orchi! Much appreciated!
the snow is the cold blanket offered to the empty world
Indeed. Thank you for stopping by and engaging as always, my profound ninja friend. 🙏❤️
of course!
Powerful poem, thoughts
and message, skillfully expressed!!
Brilliantly composed,
poetic awesomeness!!! 🥇
Thank you for sharing 🙏
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thank you, Thad! Glad it resonated! 🙏❤️
You just draughted the blizzard from hell .. and such a pretty one too .. blindingly brill my friend .. and with no time to prep, it was a pleasure to get caught out in it .. Neville
Thank you. Coincidentally, we had a pretty decent snow storm yesterday. About to clean off the horseless carriage! 😂 So, I suppose it was fitting this one got published yesterday! Anyway, glad it delivered, my friend! 🙏❤️
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