Behind the white
crisp
spears of snow
he is somewhere,
he is somewhere.
Between the light,
darting
in and out
of nowhere,
he is somewhere.
Above the sky
stars
point his way
so he is somewhere,
he is somewhere.
I feel his cry
flying
in and out
of nowhere
he is somewhere.
7 comments:
Wow... Do you write a lot of poetry?
And sledding? Lol. Is it snowing where you are?
I write poetry a lot more than I post it, but none of it is any good. (not even this one, but it's better than the rest)
It's snowing like there's no tomorrow here!!!! We have a big hill in our yard, so sledding is a big past-time on these rare days.
And who voted all those times for "bad" on my poll??? Ropi? Leafmonster???? Kibberon??????? It had better not be who I think it was.
Take it for someone who can't write poetry, I really like reading your poems :).
Wow... I like this poem and the images it helps portray :D
I like how it's so short, and yet it manages to capture so much essence in very few words.
Lovely poem~
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