DocAndersen
Carefully mixing metaphors
mixing each
unique flake
into a blended drink. I
am the
relic,
Left to fend
for myself
fighting off the snow
to
scare no one
not even a scarecrow.
I am the blending
of what was
is
and will be again.
The Moment
when you realize
frozen doesn’t mean spoiled
each flake unique.
I am the memory
the moment
and the last memories
of what was once.
Wonderful and interesting poem!
Thanks Ellie, glad you liked it!
nice and interesting post,..!!
Thanks Hamza, I am really happy you liked it!
Wow aren’t you full of surprises with your poem! Great job, and this little pumpkin reminds me of Charlie’s Brown’s Christmas tree. 🙂
Thanks Carol, it really is a Charlie Brown pumpkin. I forgot it was on the back deck and so found it after the first snowfall by accident!
That happens all the time, poor pumpkins. 🙂
Really, it is a breath of fresh air to see a different side of Doc Andersen – the name I used to connect with family photos, travel and technology. But now you are into poetry, cooking and I cannot say what else by 2018.
I am sure there is much yet to discover. I am an enigma wrapped in a mystery.
An interesting place to visit
yes, lodged between the last snowflake and the first memory!