Tuesday, February 3

The Snowman

Wind swirls the flakes
this way and that
melted on contact with skin
individual and shy.

Over coffee
silence is held
brain cells zoom
along lines of doubt
bundled up on the surface
of glass.

It dissolves when touched,
A pool drizzles from your
Knee, leaving
Finger prints on
Icy jeans.
Miss-matched? Unsure
each affectionate
ray,
a warming brush
Too much..
..Too much
melted on your chair.


The layout of this poem is all wrong considering blogspot... seems not to realise that tab indentation is actually an important element of writing... Although the lay out help this poem is important I'm sure you get the jist of it.