a snow angel
is not snow
but its absence
a depression
shadowed
and haloless
never reaching heaven
except through water cycling
after a thaw
but her shape holds winter
**inspired by Prairie Home Companion yesterday.
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Beautiful!
Thank you!
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Beautiful poetry! You have inspired me
Thanks, Stephen.
Excellent ink Susan as always
Thanks, Dewey!
This one stole my breath away. Defining what is by what’s not there. The empty holding fullness. Very nice.
Thanks, Alice.
love that 1st stanza .. well done, Susan
Thanks, Stacy.
I like it Susan. Maybe not so much the last line, I was hoping to see how this angel would really ascend. Perhaps snow angels are the ultimate in vacuous hopes.
Oh, I love what you had to say about them here
I was struck by the vacancy of any hope a snow angel might have, after I listened to PHC last night.
What’s PHC?
Prairie Home Companion–that show on public radio.
You MUST have been listening to A Prairie Home Companion tonight like I was when I was washing the dishes! If not, I’m astounded at the coincidence. There was a story about a snow angel and a snowman, and this sounds inspired by it.
It was, and I was still to sick to give credit where it’s due. Just jotted this down a few hours later. Let me note that up there. Wasn’t that a great story?
Yes. It was! I hope you’re feeling better soon. It makes me smile ear to ear to know we may be listening to that show at the same time each weekend.
Wow! Interesting. Now I’m wondering what that could all be a metaphor for.
Hmmm. I was thinking hope. Hope of being more than snow/flesh, both so ephemeral.
Beautiful words, Susan
Thanks, Celestine!
a vividly captured visual!
Like this one… a mould in the snow.
Thanks, Nelle. The dialogue between the snowman and the snow angel was something incredible to hear. If you can listen to back shows of the Prairie Home Companion somehow, I really recommend this one.