temporary things

a snow angel
is not snow
but its absence

a depression
and haloless

never reaching heaven
except through water cycling
after a thaw

but her shape holds winter


**inspired by Prairie Home Companion yesterday.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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26 Responses to temporary things

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  2. Beautiful poetry! You have inspired me 🙂

  3. Dewey Dirks says:

    Excellent ink Susan as always 🙂

  4. Alice Keys says:

    This one stole my breath away. Defining what is by what’s not there. The empty holding fullness. Very nice.

  5. love that 1st stanza .. well done, Susan

  6. Trent Lewin says:

    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.

  7. sonofwalt says:

    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. 🙂

  8. BroadBlogs says:

    Wow! Interesting. Now I’m wondering what that could all be a metaphor for.

  9. Beautiful words, Susan 🙂

  10. a vividly captured visual!

  11. nelle says:

    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.

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