The Memory of Snow
(For Michael and Alex)
I. The Snow Teacher
“Yes,” Snow whispers,
“I remember . . .
The Language of Her
Cautiously
Confide fear to me
With question steps
‘Til each one leapt
Then echoed
Buoyantly
And the Little Girl
Learned
To swim In me
Like a Black Swan.”
“Yes,” Snow whispers,
“I remember That One.”
II. The Fisher Boy
Within His dream
He prays He dreams.
But His heart
Alone
Discerns
The truth is true . . .
Awake, asleep.
A candle-like
Memory
Burns.
He casts His eyes
Across the ripples of
Her body’s wake through time . . .
Not yet to infinity
Not yet as glass
This pattern a perfect mime . . .
His cast
A perfect line . . .
For reeling memories.
III. The Snow Boy
“Yes,” Snow whispers,
“I remember . . .
The Language of You
Traipsing paths across my face
Calling for Her
Creating a place
Where you
Believed
There could be love . . .
You were
Eager to love . . .
. . . More, to be loved, deeply
In those first, real
Steps of boy-youth . . . those steps
Earlier
Frozen away . . .
By blizzard.”
“Yes,” Snow whispers,
“I remember
The Language of You.”
IV. The Snow Man
He looks for Her steps
In Snow’s memory
Like returning to sleep
To finish his dream . . .
. . . Tears well in his eye-ponds
Like tadpoles
To sand
They drop to the snow
And he sees as a man.
V. The Beginning
Fisher boy
Casting . . .
Snow boy
Dreaming . . .
Snow man
Awakened
To what is true . . .
You loved.
You were loved.
“Yes,” Snow whispers,
“Now this is the Language of You.”
Margot
January 14, 2001
2007-07-07
19:50:44
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Todd, we have the same favorite lines of the entire poem. I really appreciated the time you took to read and comment on my poem. Thank you. M
2007-07-13
06:01:38 ·
update #1
Marian, So nice to hear from you again. I think we are kindred spirits and I enjoyed reading your thoughts about how the poem connected, as well as how we both connected through our canine companions. M
2007-07-13
06:03:36 ·
update #2
Earth Angel, often the problem is with the writer, not the reader. Just because you don't get something doesn't mean you're dumb. I do have to admit to being intrigued because you still say you liked it. Some of the poem reached you on some level. I wish I knew which parts...add detail on that if you like. Thank you. M
2007-07-13
06:49:02 ·
update #3
Snow is the narrator.
2007-07-14
15:04:20 ·
update #4
Salene, thank you. I wrote this poem, for the most part, over a period of several hours (3, 4, maybe 5?) during which I was pretty much emotionally overwhelmed. For me those are often the times when I don't know where the words come from...I am something like a medium. Once I was satisfied with the skeleton of the poem and some of the flesh that was on it, I played with it off and on for a day or so, but the main work had been done. I think you are right. It could be better. And maybe if the audience was the public at large, I would have worked it to death. But this was for my husband Michael, about his attachment to his dog, Alex. Nobody else. And I wanted to get it down while the dog's prints were still on the snow in the back yard...so that Snow could infuse her memory into me.
2007-07-15
07:30:58 ·
update #5
Todd, I so much appreciate how you connected to this poem. To read your words encouraged me that it is not as obtuse as I thought it might seem. I continue to watch what you write, as well.
2007-07-15
13:26:47 ·
update #6