Snowfall
By Ian Black
A poem about my cherub and I
Category: Poetry
Genre: Fantasy
Poem 1
Snowfall-Haiku
In snowfall season
Lovers fates are uncertain,
Destiny revealed
Snowfall
The air is crisp
The ground, a canvas
A cloudless noon
The sky a frosted blue
I make my way through empty streets
Trying not to think
Shivering, I fight the wind
And the memories that hold me
Her image won't surrender
She invades my every thought
The golden one, the cherub
My darling Lucy'May
She makes her way through empty streets
And smiles, as if on show
She lacks veneer or ceremony
And still, in beauty, glows
She walks with grace, and careful steps
Yet seems so free of care
It may as well be summer now
As she breathes the Winter air
Gentle drops
Fall from the heavens
As sky blue fades
Snow is falling free
I sit by the fire
without a hand to hold
Uneffected by the sudden warmth
Still shivering, alone
My only thought is Lucy
Her sweet presence through the chill
Enough to warm the coldest heart
And light the endless dusk
She sits by her window
Admires the Winter's scene
Looking back, she longs for beauty
Of the union she has seen
She recalls the playful moments
And the burning, intense love
A smile thrives on her face
Gentle as the snow above
A blizzard forms
And coats the land
Like somber fog
That's taking hold
I lie, shadowed
Wishing for her warmth
Knowing how her touch can save me
Or her sweet, entrancing breath
There's no escape and no distraction
My every thought, of her
I must repair our shattered dreams
We have a life, I know it
She's lying still, her smile, hidden
A troubled mind takes hold
A longing for those summer days
When our love shone bright as gold
She shivers softly in regret
Can she find what's lost?
I said I'd love her til the end,
Til my heart is sealed in frost
The blizzard yields
To graceful descent
Of elegant drops,
Of gentle beauty
Without thought for caution
Without care of condition
I run to the street
My heart, beating ambition
The frost bites hard
And the snow chills my core
But I won't take notice
When love can rise once more
Without thought for caution
She runs for the door
Her tears brightly glistening
For the one she adores
In darkened night, she makes her way
A cherub in the snow
Her heart is racing, destiny's call
Her world is set aglow
Dusk has settled
A fine black veil
Yet icy, otherworldly art
Let's honest light prevail
We find each other in the snow
In the Winter's divine light
No words are spoken through our gaze
Our paths converge tonight
We hold each other, embrace in love
Our eyes, vowing faith forever
I will be your true companion
Til my eternal soul is severed
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Wow. This is gonna sound cheesy, but i was entranced by every word. Every single syllable made me imagine a little more, feel it a little more. Brilliance.
It didn't sound cheesy at all....infact, I got shivers reading your comment. I don't consider myself to be particularly skilled, but your comment is exactly what I dream of being told. I can't thank you enough. Truly, I am so very grateful!!
I still love Cathy,will you stop reminding of fearsome true everything to be in love,yes Ian you're still in love,and it will NEVER end, but hopefully later you cherish,hold,shake your head with her beautiful smile in your mind, just like I do,it's now twenty years but by the cringe I still love her.No I'm not crying whilst I write this but it's brinkey.
As it happens, she doesnt believe I will always love her...I dont even want to get into it, some evil bitch is interfering and spreading her poison. I just wish Lucy would see through the lies. All that has ever mattered to me is Lucy. I'd give everything for her. You wouldn't need to ask twice, it's a simple 'yes'.
I also meant to say, the style in which you write in this way and other ways as well must keep coming, then I can read and write with a good feeling.
No problem at all. I spoke truth in what i said :) Your an amazing Poet, Ian
The one thing that ever raises my spirits, is when people enjoy my work. Thank you AJ, Thank you DS.
The poem is fantastic and I think that the Haiku at the beginning really adds to it.
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The subject of this poem is the indescribably wonderful Lucy'May. I urge everyone to read her poetry too: http://enovella.co.uk/writer.php?writer=531 and if you liked this, please leave a comment to say why, or just to say how you feel about it.