Snow Drifts... falling and rolling to it's destination concentric shapes of beauty cascading down to earth, flowing down undetermined paths of beauty spilling upon me merging with my eyes enveloping, fading away my stance into a stoned space beyond everything as my mind numbs and my eyes close to find a better place among snow drifts for but one second of infinity...
Reason for writing:
I've been writing poetry for about 3 months now and
I've found that a lot of people like it and find something
that helps them in it, a glimpse of a world they can't find
for themshelves. So I continue to write and to show more and
more people. It's only a logical step to find a way to
implore the internet in this.
The poem above was written as I watched the snow
fall outside my window and besides that I'm giving no more
description because it means something to me and something
else to you. Poetry shouldn't try to define what it's saying
because it's saying millions of different things, depending
upon whose eyes you see it through. So I refrine from defining
my inspiration beyond the situation in which I wrote the
poem. So I implore you to find your own defination not only
in what I have written but what everyone else writes.
Because what you think is infinitly more useful than what
anyone else does to you.
I'll take what ever comments anyone wants to write.
I love hearing about peoples reactions, whether bad or good
it doesn't matter.
- Ben
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