My window yields
the slow, snowy miracle
plain white flakes glide down
graceful, effortlessly prominent, poised
and purposeless
in their silent left-right gliding descent
to the ground without a sound
Unlike in my head, no silence left
as I look to hectic heaps of homework
and thoughts about the labourious deadlines
that leave my spirit dead, indeed
by robbing all time dedicated to my well-being
feeding these hours to the
unquenchable monster of work obligations.
What purpose lies in these labourious deadlines
Lines of essay due tomorrow…and tomorrow…and tomorrow…
and tomorrow’s purpose is to me unbeknown still
But the show must go on
The snow must go on
teasing my fast-working fury with its slow steady pace
The flakes must fall
leaving me in awe at their perfect purposeless fate
Making me wish my greatest feat was merely
a graceful, gliding left-right rhythm
floating between the clouds
instead of between deadlines
Beautiful poetry!
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Thanks for that comment! I appreciate you stopping by.
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AHH Imani this poem is so good it perfectly encompasses my life right now too (minus the snow of course) GREAT JOB!!!
On Tue, Nov 12, 2019 at 6:03 PM The Writing Wave wrote:
> Imani-Amour posted: “My window yields the slow, snowy miracle plain white > flakes glide down graceful, effortlessly prominent, poised and purposeless > in their silent left-right gliding descent to the ground without a sound > Unlike in my head, no silence left as I look to he” >
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Heaps of homework and deadlines leaves no silence in my mind indeed … amidst everything outside finding silence and calm
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Yes, wisely said. Exactly the imagery I was trying to capture. Can’t wait for all these deadlines to be over!
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