Snowflakes.
Fading upon blushed flesh,
its rivulets a frame
sketched for the captive soul.
Gaze glimmering, hope dissolving,
an echo to the void of twilight’s end.
She longs to be released.
A breath divine.
An oasis to a threadbare wish
sculpts bittersweetness
into frosted air.
Embraced by light,
she follows the seraph’s call
and is freed.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
Beautiful poem. ❤
And exquisitely lovely illustration.
Thank you so kindly!
Your poems are beautifully written. Great indeed!
Thank you so kindly!
Hi Phoebe. Beautiful!
Beautiful words and great painting 🙂 Thanks for sharing
Thank you 🙂
my pleasure 🙂
Hi Phoebe. Is this the Dawning of a New Age? Thank you for liking “Glowing!” Have A Good year! TheFoureyedPoet.
Yes…in a sense, it is. 🙂
she is freed…we who loved her remain enslaved…well done…you touched an old, raw nerve awash in fresh tears
*Warm hug*
Very nice poem ma’am.
Thank you 🙂
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Nice
So Beautiful.. Loved it..!! 😉🙂
Thank you 🙂
Phoebe, your blog looks great! I think you’ve “remodeled” some, eh? 🙂 Anyway, so very nice. And this poem–my gosh, what a beautiful thought for these cold, long days. Simply gorgeous (and those last lines, well, they take flight for sure). Glad I found you still blogging! I’ll stop by and say “hello.” Oh, and I’m guessing this is your artwork, too? Beautiful! Have a great day 🙂
Aww thank you! And yes…we have remodeled, indeed! 🙂 Hugs and take care! 🙂
Will do! And your new verbal/artistic “digs” look terrific! Or, as Sam would probably say, “The cat’s meow.” 🙂
Teehehe 😉
Beautifully written. Loved it
Thank you so much 🙂
Beautiful, well-written yet so tragic. I loved it.
xx Rowena
Thank you, Rowena 🙂
Wow! This really reminded me of something I said not too long ago about snowflakes in a positive outlook. I so love how we can take inanimate objects or nonliving things, and with poetry give them life!
I’m in love with cities I’ve never been to and people I’ve never met, countless dreams like flakes of snow, countless hours spent on the phone.
Maybe one day we’ll look up and see the dreams that chose us, the snowflakes that touched us.
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A NEW LIFE BEGINS…! EXCELLENT WORK!
your artwork is as lovely as your words.
Great poem!
Love the theme of your blog.
Very warm and inviting.
Thank you! ☺️ ☺️
☺ 🌷