I don't know why I'm posting in here. I came up with this just this morning. Well, some phrases were running through my mind for awhile, and a couple made it to paper before, but... Never mind, here goes nothin'.


A Magical Moment (Transformation)

Snowflakes, dancing, glistening
in streetlights' harsh glare
drifting to the earth
in silence.

Shelter in a small apartment
bare bulb's incandescent glare
floods a horror birthing
in silence.

Snowflakes mixing with filth,
banked high in icy piles
answer the howling wind
with silence.

Shattered boy, dripping shame
empty eyes in a frozen stare
answers the howling mind
with silence.

PS July 31 2003 - My wife mentioned that this might be a trigger, so I added the warning. Sorry it wasn't there before.

very nice...

I really like your use of images to evoke emotions...

Joe,

Thank you. I have seen that stare and the frozen look. I have often wondered how to respond to that. Thank you for sharing.

Freedom

beautiful imagery...for a terrible event

I could see a virgin white snow flake floating down, carefree. I could see it becoming all dirty and being left to wither on a chunk of ice. I was that snowflake.

Bill

It is very well stated, there is so many parts of me all in termoil, yet you described me so simply.

Thank you for giving me some insite to the past.
I need it to mend today. Thanks Bill, every thing
helps at this point. I need the support now.

Glad you are there.

MJ

Joe, Michael J.,

Good jobs, you guys. You guys write differently but you each capture such vivid stuff for me.
The hard, raw of your work, M. J., and the imagery of yours Joe, gosh I wish that I could do poetry like you guys.
I tried here several nights ago, after some rum and coke, and thought that I had written the next Pulizer--do they even give Pulizers for poetry? Anyway, I became self conscious and erased the whole thing--it was really dark, I frightened myself.
Good work, guys, keep it coming.

David

I would like to add one verse:

Snowflakes, shattered boy, lying shame
both glisten: snow from streetlight, boy from pain

He cowers and hides, praying for God
to let him fly like the white snow butterflies.

Soon enough, his wish comes true.
He stands there and becomes one - with snow

Melting now, he finds the end. No longer alone,
no longer in pain.

It was strange reading the additional verse after seeing one of Woz's last posts. How fitting.

He no longer has any pain.

I will mis Woz

Wow, Jim, you're good.

My original was merely a narrative, spelling out my memory of that first night, how I changed just as the snow did.

In your words I see hope, as my melting will lead me from the frozen emotional state, and I have found coming here that I am not alone. The pain will fade.

I think what you've written can apply to much more than one man's memory of one horrid night.

Thanks,

Joe

Joe,,

You're really good at this, your vision is so clear. I can see it. See you.

Thanks,

Aaron