Speck of Dust Clothed in Crystal (A snowflake)
Began it’s life a speck of dust
One of billions
Bourne upon the air
Transformed as all things must Be
that blossom both…
Mundane and rare
A tiny mote imbued of moisture
absorbed within… and
Without a care
Tossed willy-niilly by caprice of wind
The mote of dust
Begins to dare
To attract electrons into it’s grasp
With static gasp
And electric glare
Then starts it’s dizzy descent
Joined by another
Commingling to form a pair
More moisture still… gathered as they fall
Gaining weight...and boon companions
In the gelid air
Now in numbers beyond count and scale
Strange, beautiful crystals form on speck of dust
Bourne upon the air
Falls silently, like gentle comets would
In feathery flakes of cosmic dust
or pious whispers of Lama’s prayer
A simple speck of dust
One would never think
could make
An incomprehensible
Unbelievably beautiful
Exquisitely unique
speck of dust...
clothed in crystal...
…Snowflake…
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Came back to read this again
I like the rhyme scheme of the third line in each stanza.
But you dropped it on the last three, was the rhyme intentional
or a fluke of writing? David, you put together some really nice
passages. Great rhythm to this one as well, it would be fun
to read out loud. Nice work!
raskin
Not the prettiest...
David o Whalen hoss at the rodeo! And a real challenge to ride (read). If you didn't get bucked off of this one before you got to the end You've got more rhythm than this poem does. I usually write off the top of my head and don't devote more than a few minutes to anything I write. That's why a lot of my postings get pretty squirrely to read or even to understand! Kudos to you for hanging in there from beginning to end. Oh yes, the rhyme was intentional (and flakey!) Appreciate ya Raz, as always.