Live Not Like Snow
For unknown reasons I awoke one night
And lay there for a moment in my bed.
But restlessness dwelled in my heart that night.
My bed no longer comfort held for me,
So quietly I sneaked away from there
And donned my coat to shield me from the cold.
Into the dark I made my great escape
Into the forest, where I found a path
That seemed to lead to nowhere, yet it called
Me nonetheless. I hiked along this path
For quite a while, and all the while I heard
The crunch of snow beneath my winter shoes.
And suddenly, the snow began to fall
Like tiny stars that glinted in the light
The moon reflected. Wonderful, the sight
Around me was. I held my mitten out
To catch some stars. But as soon as they landed on
Me, they were gone, melting in my
Too warm hand. ‘A sad life that a snowflake
Leads,’ I thought. ‘To fall through nothingness,
Then die. And each so pretty, so unique.
‘Tis such a waste of time so precious, that
Some men would live their lives out like the snow,
For snow and man are more alike than not.
Men! Live not like fallen snow: drifting through life
Without a passion, care or troubled thought.
Live not like foolish snow, content to just
Exist. For like the snow we travel through
A massive sky, with many joys to find.
If only we are brave enough to try.
Reading it now, I think it's an alright poem. Not the greatest, and kind of hoity-toity, but that's kind of how I felt about poetry back then. I think we might have been reading some old poetry in school, as well, stuff like Walt Whitman, Emily Dickenson and things of that nature, so that probably influenced my decision to put it in iambic pentameter. (Meter is soooooooo difficult!!) And *la looo~* that marks the end of my poetry series! Hope you've all enjoyed. Maybe I'll start putting up parts of my short stories. Of course, when I say "short" stories, I mean 10-12 pages on MS Word, so not that short. But I guess we'll see. :)
P.S. LAST WEEK OF CLASSES!!
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