Before I am Famous

literature is something we infer after the story is told

Snow in April

Posted on | May 6, 2006 |

I did not think that it could happen.
Why would I? This world like me
is a paradox. A loop of reapeating histories
and blood shed. The spring maiden stomped out
the north winds but she let us down and let him
come when he was not supposed to.

The sky is a dark blue which makes me
think of a disaster looming in the distance
over a cold ocean that wants to be warm, that reaches for the sun,
that hides behind the rain. On the crisp, youthful leaves;
aged snow tries corrupt them and tries to make them
soggy and yet the leaves remain strong.

Where one thing does not always lead to something else
there is no sense and sensibility; just a world like
every other finding answers to enigmas and making sense of
paradoxes. Like today, we can explain everything but we
can not explain snow in April and
we can not explain ourselves.

We do not know what they, the creatures beyond the sun see.
Nor can we care because that would shake our
so very logical, linear planet.
We know the Earth is round but we believe that the Earth is still

flat and square.

comment from blogger-

Igorevich said…
Hi, I hadn’t realised snow was male until reading ‘Snow in April’. Thank you for the insight. I certainly hope you do achieve fame, your imagery and metaphor choices suggest it is a distinct possibility.

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