Today at d’Verse, Peter asked us to consider beginnings… the beginning line of our poem. He noted that the beginning line of a poem makes a person either want to continue reading or pass it by. I have reworked a poem that had a generic beginning and attempted to make it more enticing!
Snowflake // so perfect so unique
One of a kind ephemeral beauty
Dancing through the air, cold as ice.
I followed her as she floated in free fall
Admiring all those glittering points of light.
I reached out to touch her glistening face
Only to find her cheeks cold to the touch
Her light being only reflected // not inborn.
Landing with all the others
She froze in place // frigid unmoving;
Her individual glory lost in the masses.
Her cold, cold frozen heart melted
In the early morning sunshine.
Sparkling once more, she disappeared
Right before my eyes.
What exists but we can’t see it until it bounces. It is light. Until it hits something and reflects back to our eyes, we can’t see it. Traveling at 186,000 miles per second it seems to happen instantly. I like to think that Light is like the Spirit of God that can only be seen as it reflects from those who are created in his image. Maybe Light is really Spirit and Spirit Light!!