falling snowflake
crystallized hope
drops in white
looks to be
caught, held
to join
and turn it all
to white, and
know why
she fell. But,
instead, she
drops into a
puddle, a sea
waiting to steal
her white, and
all of her
why
is
gone.
falling snowflake
crystallized hope
drops in white
looks to be
caught, held
to join
and turn it all
to white, and
know why
she fell. But,
instead, she
drops into a
puddle, a sea
waiting to steal
her white, and
all of her
why
is
gone.
Talking to the Clouds 
You’ve captured the utmost depths of hopelessness in such a beautiful manner that it’s very loveliness still offers hope…
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you so much.
Wow. You have been to very deep places, Sarah – and it is those depths that give you your strength, your why….
Thank you, Melody. I appreciate you comments..and your work.
I know the melting feeling of crystallized hope meeting water. There is a strange acceptance that is found when watching hope disintegrate. Sometimes it can be liberating in a brutal, painful way.
Gorgeous poem my dear.
I agree exactly with your comments, and that is what I was hoping to convey in the poem. Thank you for your kind comments 🙂
You conveyed it beautifully. 🙂
she didn’t drown, she became more…. lovely Sarah! 🙂
thank you very much 🙂
I love the somewhat guided ambiguity of the piece; it’s like a beautiful woman wrapped in a veil. It can in turns mean loss, and longing, and, at the opposite extreme, love and risk. But there was a prevailing regalness as well. You probably had a specific mood when you wrote it (or not), but I think it’s also powerful when a single piece can speak in several voices so naturally. 🙂