Flakes Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Flakes

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Snowflakes fell, landing upon
the dilapidated body of man,
dressed not for the occasion
but for vanity and economic,
well, political and other success.

They all melted at once, watery,
their grave was unimportant, not,
as you would have expected,
of any significance at all.

But they all came from a womb,
leaving reluctantly perhaps
and aimed to make a place
in this world for all, and themselves.

And then, in a sudden explosion,
clarity was the fall-out, heavy but,
for all intents, benign, necessary.
It was found, through consensus
that no flakes ever did make a difference.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Allen Vinal 03 September 2005

From a nipple fetish to this wonderful verse... You are a complex man, H....

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 03 September 2005

I enjoyed this Herbert. a nice write.

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Enemacles Redux 03 September 2005

Very good, Herbert! Alas, the lot of a snowflake... Perhaps, now, the flakes will start making the most of their fall to earth.. instead of worrying about their watery destiny on that wretched mans suit.

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