Not for Me
Snow has melted.
Rivers bloated with run-off.
Sun shines brighter.
People smile with the Warmth of Hope.
Spring holds no hope
no reason ahead.
their fragrance bland in my nostrils.
Summer lies ahead.
Cool waters renew Spirit.
Not for me.
a precursor to the Hell that awaits,
pain of burning Sun,
as taste of torture I face.
Still, it is nothing compared
to the pain I know now.
Loneliness since you left.
Pain since you last held me.
Despair I swim in.
No Hell will be worse than this.
Gray clouds let lose their tears.
It was cold enough to turn them to snow,
to warm to let them last.
It was a worthless snow.
The flakes were doomed,
dying as they hit the ground.
It lasted less than half an hour,
and did little more than snarl traffic.
I watched the flakes as they fell.
I was one with them.
They knew their doom, as I know mine.
My life is little more than snarled dreams,
and melted hopes.
Still, I loved them for what they were.
Only in my life for a short time,
they made me smile.
Perhaps, somewhere, someone smiles for me.
I will keep on…hoping.
Yes I am a bit whinny and down and feeling sorry for myself. Isn’t that part of what poetry is for?
Copyright Steven Carpenter 2009
Christmas Eve Snow
Snow falls gently
light, fluffy, pure.
The flakes look at home in your hair.
Air puffs from you lips,
then fades like half remembered dreams.
Your cheeks, red from the cold,
burn with life.
The soft crinch-crunch of snow
under your boots is echoed by
the muffled reply of the wind.
Behind us our tracks slowly fill with snow
concealing our passing.
In an hour no one will know we
have disturbed this ground.
Quite, peaceful, serene, this place
belongs to us…for now, to our
You walk on, eyes wide at the
wonder of this place.
I walk, a pace or two behind, eyes wide
at the wonder of you.