Lightly as a snowflake
I fall into a trance
The microscope reveals
A magic world of chance.
Asymmetry prevails
Beyond a flowery core.
From silver stems, leaves
May flatten, dip or soar.
Structures in disorder
By randomness inspired
Like particles and waves.
Lightly as a snowflake,
A random dream creates
An image or a phrase
That in the morrow fades
And then beyond recall.
And so my snowflake melts
Its unique image lost
Or frozen like an ancestor
In a fading photograph.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful comparison of images and thoughts that gather in our mind and eventually fade out like melting snow flakes. This happens to poets very often. Sometimes on bed, just before sleep some striking images or phrases suddenly barge in. Unless we trap them immediately, by next day morning they must have been completely washed out!
Yes, that happens to me too. I keep meaning to have pen and paper handy. I think luckily most ideas barge in when I'm doing puzzles! So I manage to jot them down. Then I let them mature for a day or two before starting to develop them.