Tuesday 25 February 2014

Snowflake




The attraction is imminent
                              An oxygen

Starving for bond & chain
                              A symmetry

Shape of water is pure
                              Ice crystal

As the wind spins & wheels
                             Our arms cast

Hexagonal prism, pattern of
                             Curve to tangent
                                                           
Moments freeze & dilate
                             Wind, heat, temperature

At flashpoint:  another seed blooms
                             Seeking its blueprint

Yet all of Fate is a tailspin
                             Between sky to ground
                   
My only certainty-  
                             In my melting
                                                        you -




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit ~

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44 comments:

  1. I enjoyed your poetic depiction of snowflakes and especially that "all of Fate is a tailspin between sky to ground." Beautifully expressed, Grace.

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  2. starving for bond and chain....

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  3. beautiful images grace... loved esp. the seeking its blueprint and the tailspin... so much magic in those snowflakes...very cool close as well

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  4. That is the kind of snowflake I don't mind haha

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  5. This is def like an ode to a single snowflake, beautifully mastered & presented, & when it comes to snowflakes, one is a lonely number; like your lines /starving for bond/ and chain symmetry/; don't think of flakes being gregarious, but hey, in poetry, all dimensions & directions are fair game, words without a GPS.

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  6. Beautiful... having never seen snow except on TV, I enjoyed this read. Loved the word placement and everything.

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  7. Oh, lovely, lovely, lovely! not enough snowflakes around here, but I'm sure you all have had plenty.

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  8. Loved you ending to this Gabriella. >KB

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  9. I'm sorry, Grace, I meant you but was thinking about going to ?Gabriella's next--apologies.

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  10. I woke up this morning to see a light dusting of snow on the ground and my heart sank. This actually made me feel guilty. Thanks for the reminder to appreciate the little things. :0)

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  11. Wow, such a heart warming note you have here - smiles. Certainty in melting - such a lovable thought.

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  12. another seed blooms seeking its blueprint...ha....love that line....warm last line too...for all the ice, it is good to have those that melt us....

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  13. "Yet all of Fate is a tailspin
    Between sky to ground" yeah, that. So many ways to go here. Love this...

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  14. Oh, Grace, how I love how you weave the romantic with the natural! Sigh...

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  15. Lovely way to remind us of the frail and sophisticated beauty of a snowflake!

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  16. Ooh, I loved the format of this, and the final stanza is just perfect.

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  17. mmmm. that is *some* heat :) ~

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  18. Always love your work Grace! Such a pleasure to read!

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  19. love the parallels you created between nature and romance... great write

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  20. A snowflake is beauty..a lot happens between sky and ground..

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  21. Oh how delicious. As a mathematician and scientist, word nerd and writer, this just brought all those facets together. So nice.
    Tina @ Life is Good

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  22. Your words like the image of snow flake: graceful and pointy ~ love the playfulness in last words :)

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  23. I love the last lines of 'the only certainty in melting is you'......beautiful conclusion. I really enjoyed this poem. Your rhythm was perfect. I flowed all the way through.

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  24. This is beautiful Grace. Like a snowflake itself, original and unique. Of course I love the last lines.

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  25. Individual snowflakes are magical - it's just when they pile up that the trouble starts.

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  26. Much warmth emerges from words on snowflakes Grace ~ and those last three lines… what can I say..

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  27. After being away for some time, it's such a delight to read how you've grown as a poet. This is rich and complex and multi-tiered, light and unique as a snowflake that melts on a lover's tongue. Fine stuff.

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  28. Grace,
    This is a wonderful composition...from the first, it propels us through a cascade of images.
    For me, this style and form instantiates the tailspin you write of in the last verse. We are drawn inevitably to the conclusion. This is very artful and polished (as always) and in terms of the impact of the whole, I think it's one of your best.
    Steve

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  29. Oh my, this is just wonderful... love the way you spin it down just like flakes falling... and I love the meeting of science and art, and these lines:
    Yet all of Fate is a tailspin
    Between sky to ground
    perfection!

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  30. Wow, Wow Wow
    The gravity of Longing, the pull of Falling in Gravity's field of play.
    Love of God, love of partner, children -- what is not LOVE?
    Let us not resist the call when it comes.

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  31. Nice poem!
    It has been a bit too dry over here, so I am missing the snow.

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  32. I liked your write a lot. Fav is one thing matters is melting you. Lovely.

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  33. This is just beautiful. Just when I was so sick of winter I didn't think anything could change that, your poem has melted my heart for snow again.

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  34. Lovely - the metaphoric showflake melting into you.

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  35. Quite the description....wish I had written that one ;)

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  36. love this. Especially the very last line which makes this about so much more than just a snowflake!

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  37. This is lovely...melts on the tongue :)

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  38. aww, my only certainly, you. I love that.

    I was talking to my mom-in-law the other day. She said the snowflakes were so large the other day, you could make out the shapes. Wild! As always, thank you! Beautiful weekend to you.

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  39. 'Yet all of Fate is a tailspin'...the truest thing I've read in a long while.

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  40. absolutely gorgeous metaphor Grace!

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  41. This was truly poetry in motion Grace-loved the imagery and the last four lines made me smile:-)

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