Words
Can words do justice
to a snowy field bathed
in moonlight?
Can the starlight
of each flake
be conveyed with
d-i-a-m-o-n-d?
What are words
when representing beauty?
Is there an image rebuilt
from a poem’s lines?
I cannot paint you
a picture.
I cannot hand you
last winter’s snow.
But I’ll show you
what I know,
through my words.
In your eyes
I see that field:
snowy, glowing
with silver light;
diamonds shimmering,
snowflakes fluttering down.
It’s the beauty that I see,
the words that come to mind.
originally posted on my blog: http://alifeamongthepages.wordpress.com/2014/01/26/new-poem-words/
