Wednesday, February 10, 2010

SNOW

With the exception of the last two lines..."God's in his Heaven...." the words are mine.

The world is white today and clean
Silence covers everything
Thick flakes that drift as in a dream
Slow motion, they floated free
In hushed abandon..tumbled, swirled

Then I say aloud in my empty room
The words that keep us safe and warm
"God's in His heaven
All's right with the world."

13 comments:

one of the suvals said...

You sure talk purdy......Cowboy Mitch (and his buckaroos)

Mike said...

If we get another snow day tomorrow, I'll write a poem too.

Peter said...

Very nice :-)

Cheryl said...

Oh Mike-- you gambled and you lost! When you wake up on this beautiful snow day today, I'll remind you of what you have to do, lol.

Betty said...

Michael,
I am eagerly looking forward to it! It can be a long poem or it can be short and sweet. It can have rhyme or no rhyme at all.No rush, take your time.

Mike said...

Frankenstein

New York.
The snow spirals softly to the ground,
While the children play in their dog pound.
But not I.

I am the one.
O, I am the one who has found
That this snow is never quite round.

Ah, now, can thou hear that sound?
Frankenstein.

Mike said...

Interpret away, I have no idea what it means.

Cheryl said...

Awesome Mike. Though I'm not quite sure what it means, you most definitely have a poetic streak!!

Betty said...

Michael,
I like it!
And you did say last night that you were going to start your poem with the word "Frankenstein". And you did! Yes.I like your poem!

one of the suvals said...

Hey Michael! Well done!.....Mitch

one of the suvals said...

michael...very cool. i like your poem a lot. reminds me of the Theater of Agnes (ask your mother). sari

nicole said...

Great poem! That should be published :)

Cheryl said...

OMG Sa, Theater of Agnes!- what a blast from the past. I don't remember much about it, but it sure does ring a bell.

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