Ice Angel

2nd snowman poem

Burning fingers red and numb sculpt an image in the frosty sun.

Little eyes that cannot see, seem to watch from buttons of green.

A lost soul all alone forms an angel for her home.

Standing watch from his lofty throne.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Oh gosh how I loved this sad and not sad poem.. I suppose it is whatever mood one is in when it is read..
I love the button eyes..
I grew in where there was no snow..I did go to the snow a couple of times before I was 20 years old... Boy was I surprised to find the snow hard.. For some reason I always thought is was soft like the clouds..
More on your poem.....
I like all the possible meanings here.. The snowman , a metaphor..perhaps..
I reread your poem several times.. because I liked it so much,
Lisa, now in Spain

[Cherrie]

Thank you so much. I guess you'll need to make yours from sand.

[Cherrie]

Trading cocoa and mittens for sunscreen and lemonade

[lightsong]

I love this, I love ice, I love snow... (but not the swollen red fingers as I have suffered enough of them lately when the temperature was zero below). what I love the most about this how You captured the soul of snow. lone, isolated, yet can be warm if the heart could reach and find home. your poems are sweet to read thank You~

[Cherrie]

Thank you Light. That is a truly beautiful thing to say.

[Relic]

There are people on youtube that make amazing things out of ice. I can see the image you've created and it looks good. :)

[Cherrie]

I wish I could have created it I just found the image :)

[Relic]

I wish I had an angel watching over my house. :)

[Cherrie]

March up to Heaven's gates in your prayers tonight and post one.

[Relic]

I'll try. Hmm? Yeah...that's an idea. Yeah. 😁

[Light and ashes]

How sweet............. :)

[Cherrie]

Thank you Light 😊

[Light and ashes]

You are very welcome.

[JE Falcon]

This poem inspired thoughts of solitude, not necessarily sad solitude, but the kind winter can hold. I liked it!

[Cherrie]

Yes I agree about snow ❄️ giving us a feeling of aloneness of feeling small in a big place. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I love watching kids building in the snow.

[Ken Simm.]

What a cold chill but beautiful romance here. Excellent.

[Cherrie]

The chill has lifted here I think Spring has arrived.

[red93]

Ooh I can feel those chill winds blowing - interesting form with this one as well -
Ghosts of a rhyme there - like it.

[Cherrie]

:) thank you. I think Spring has finally taken hold. Knock on wood.

[William Michael Reeves]

Do you still have snow? I've always liked rhymes in the middle of lines. Then your last line stands apart to give it a cold abrupt end. Closing the book on the story. The End.

Is brevity a form? Do you consider this any particular form? I'm thinking it's an epigram.

[Cherrie]

No form. I just let it happen. As rule I like to keep my poetry short.
And yes we got snow again yesterday.

[Cherrie]

PS I like the idea of it being an epigram.

[William Michael Reeves]

More? And you are kind of south. The masks of winter are coming off. We drop ours up here today. Finally! I think epigram is anything short and funny.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I have always had a soft place in my heart for snowmen. They're my favorite motif for Christmas...I just adore them. And I love the heart you gave this one!

[Cherrie]

:) thank you

[Chris Shaw]

This is quite lovely Cherrie. A touching piece of brevity which made me feel sad. Lovely visuals.

Chris

[Cherrie]

:) Thank you Chris.
Ya know I find it interesting that no sees this poem as neutral but either hopefull or sad.

[Chris Shaw]

That's the beauty of poetry Cherrie. It's open to interpretation :) We all see and feel things differently.

[Cherrie]

Yes that's what I love about poetry as well.