Falling Snow Poem by Hazel Durham
Falling Snow
Fall of snow,
Flakes gracefully landing pure and bold,
From heavy hung skies,
Silence is a tomb of lifeless lies,
She suffers in his arms of lead,
His old letters dissected when they are read,
Her mirror image reveal's a tired, pale, sunken face,
Crumbling into invisible pieces,
The pain will not cease,
She wishes for an end to her torture,
Striking at her inner core,
Ripping and tearing at her flesh,
Open wound's just too sore,
He chases long legged lust with so much more,
She smells defeat in his world of deceit,
Like the snow icy cold,
Slapping reality of glaring white being his force of might,
Falling snow gathering in the corners of her mind,
Switching off her inner light.
Wonderful write...Pain is very well expressed...Loved reading it.
A great poem, real emotion to it. Some times we all need that solitude of nothingness, a really great write.
Snowflakes fall down on Earth when winter comes. Open wound's just too sore ripping and tearing sound is produced. A great imagery is drawn in this excellently penned poem. Switching off her inner light, snow gathering creates memory and emotion in mind. Thank you very much for sharing this lovely poem.10
Wow....this is deep.....I think one could only write this from experience. You used the bleak imagery of snow very well to portray your feelings. Fine piece of writing Hazel......as always!
She suffers in his arms of lead. She smells defeat in his world of deceit very deep all through hazel
Such despair the whiteness of merciless snow. How I have known such as this You have gathered the skeins of despair and woven a triumph. Beautiful 10/10 BB
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 10:04:47 PM # 1.0.0
There are a few apprehensions projected here that may not spell well for an anguished world of nature thrown into deep crisis of seasons. I am still impressed with the beauty of the write Hazel.