A time of reckoning – grey auditors reporting on
anthropomorphic personages; an ice-blue Snow
Queen bedecked in diaphanous mantle and cowl
shimmering with turquoise & purple, eyes flashing
green, ice-cold heart, feet freezing, wondering how
to explain her making snowflake crystals every day
The auditors want statistics on how many, how big,
date sent into storms - as for symbolism, colour or
meaning and form - no interest - the Snow Queen
found polluted water couldn't crystalize -but saying
a prayer made amazing geometrical patterns, when
saying ‘Thank You’ a 6-line defined pattern formed
Just saying Love made crystal patterns change into
fine lace - every pattern more beautiful than the one
before; of numbers, size and date - she cannot say –
statistics & auditors come straight from hell, invisible
dark energy making up 99 % of all in existence, if only
they understood the wonder of Indra’s reflecting pearls
They might understand how life’s hologram is always
defined anew in every unique configuration of snow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when emotions revolves in a slow motion throughout the poem it becomes a profound write.