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Snowflake
by George Davis
Created with purpose
Uniquely designed for a season
Conceived in the clouds
and set free from the sky
Pure
Innocent
Falling fearlessly
into the unknown
Born beautiful and alone
I soar
Seeking acceptance
from the sea of souls
that awaits me
Yearning to be connected
as one,
yet set apart and cherished
I am not to be confused
with those who have been
here before
For if you look beyond
my likeness,
You will see that I am
nothing like them
And there shall be none
like me to come
I am a snowflake
The fingerprint of an Angel
Floating towards the future
Waiting on the Sun
Very beautiful and insightful George. You sound like you are a published poet, are you?
This is a great poem, and perfect as I look out to see the first flakes of the season falling outside my window…. As George states they are “Seeking acceptance
from the sea of souls that awaits (them)” – I’m not sure how accepting I am of them yet… But the poem makes me appreciate them more!
I love this. It speaks on so many different levels of the anonymity of a single person/ snowflake being caught up in the hustle and bustle of life overall.
GREAT poem! Keep them coming!
Write on, Bro!
Love it George! Somebody paid attention in English! Your descriptions are great! “Fingerprints of an angel” copyright that! Great work!
Phenomenal!!! Multifaceted. Speaks volumes to any situation. Your writing is breathtaking!
Very insightful and creative. Excellent use of words and a fine example of painting a picture with words.
A great read…read it twice and got 2 different feelings always a good think…Keep em flowing.
I love it!!! Congrats Gee!
Very well stated, quite creative. I have officially become a fan!
I love your imagery and symbolism.
Here is one of my poems:
Like Water
by Lois Matthews Coletti
It’s no mystery to me why watercolor,
Spilling and flowing onto the surface
Of the white paper
Captures my being like no other
Art medium.
Boundless—that’s how it feels
And in my life,
That is how it has often been.
I might be here now,
But wait a little while
And I’ve moved on
Going around obstacles,
Flowing through cracks in walls,
Scratching a surface
To allow pigment to saturate the paper
Beneath it, a mark made by me
And no other,
To signify—I was here,
Though I am no longer here.
Indelible, the paint scratched into
The surface is impossible to change.
Even when I float it on, it is hard to change,
The mark having dried.
No matter—the moment captured
Judging not the technique,
Only that it is what it is.
Water, composing over 90% of our physical being,
Why would I choose oil?
Or a smelly chemical to lay down
Themes from my heart?
Where blood flows in
And out and around
To a rhythm that as long as it beats,
I know I am alive.
Skyscapes, one of my favorite subjects to paint,
Are likewise largely made of water,
Vapor continuously forming and reforming
Masses of clouds or delicate crystal wisps,
Where only jet planes mingle in their midst.
Skyscapes lift me above the mundane,
Though the mundane and earthly
They, too, can be beautiful.
But perhaps being born in March
When frozen ground begins to melt
And turn into mud—
The dull grays and the feeling of being
Stuck in its murkiness,
Cause me to yearn for the flowing of April and May
And their cacophony of colors.
A Georgia O’Keefe, I’m not—
Desert and dried up landscapes,
Sharply defined and magnified flowers
With hard edges…
These don’t thrill me.
No the lush greens of spring or early summer,
The delicate lace of trees just beginning to blossom,
The ocean, rivers, brooks, waterfalls,
Roiling in textures that skip over the bumpy
Surface of my papers.
The bubbling and thrashing sounds of nature’s water,
Most beautiful music to my ears.
My late husband seemed to know my essence was water.
“Juicy” he said….rich, sweet, wet,
Slipping almost effortlessly around
Barriers.
“Let me ride the ocean wave
Up the shore,”I cry,
Let me feel the chilly foam surround me,
And drop me on the saturated sand.
Boing!
Lovely comparison of the one of a kind snowflakes with each of us uniquely
designed individuals. Not a word is wasted in this eloquent poem. Send us more, George!
Very illustrative poem that challenges you to reflect on life. Good stuff bro!
George,
Loved the poem. As I read it and looked out of my window at the snowflakes falling I thought…I’m SO not ready for the winter but it has to come! Hopefully only for a little while. I guess the “inocent” snowflakes have to fall
I loved the connection with the snowflakes being the “finger print of angles floating towards the future waiting for the sun” VERY well written. I enjoy the YOU in the midst of this. Looking forward to the next.
Outstanding! Wherever did you get that gift?
Watching the sun go down
It’s fading light shines
Upon the mountain in front of me
It is a beautiful sight
Go Geo!!!! I love it big bro!!!! You are so awesome!!!! Muah!!!
Beautiuful poems and will Share mine ~
““O YES I REMEMBER
Our eyes looked to the glistening snow
Pine trees covered,
Sparkeles of diamonds on boughs in the moonglow~
The happy times of the young, of dancing feet crunching the encrusted snow~~
as we were just going home from the Christmas show~
Now longing for the days long gone, of sleigh rides -
bells ringing and candlelight glow,
A Christmas tree with twinkling lights in the window:
‘waiting for our laughter and ahs!~~~
For this was the way it was,
Memories that play with the heart and mind,
of warmth and family, and love of mankind,
A gift we share as these memories unfold,
for there is always a story that”s never been told.
O Yes I remember when~~ By Nancy G Daniels
wonderful poem So enjoyed it very much ~N
Enjoyed your poem very much
Very interesting poem
Pretty dope, piece, Sir Davis. Pretty darn dope!
I L-O-V-E IT!!!!!!! Gorgee you always had a way with words. Sorry but I’m posting this on my page. lol Love you. Muah
One of my favorite nephews!! Such profound and deeply thought provoking words ….words of wisdom beyond your age! You have many gifts…this is just one of them…so glad you decided to share ..
Love ya’
Aunt Linda