Snow Globes

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passion and flux are a strange brew ...

of firecrackers and daydreams

of compass points and fickle winds 

an excerpt from the adventurer's heart


to reminisce in a snow globe

and how the magik is in the stirring

and the peace felt in the settling

each snowflake a whisper

how those snowflakes can warm the heart



of seedlings and simple things 

the wandering and unexpected

hiking out to lonely places.

to build a campfire

and sit by the ocean

and just be


secret gardens of the heart and soul

a bonsai and stone 

questions are an answer 

and the answer is 

they survive 

but do they live





copyright 2012 Robin Christopher Amaral 

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'secret gardens of the heart and soul

a bonsai and stone'

the third stanza was my favourite. we have to give everything we can to living, that is the only choice, life with its rhythms and dynamics not survival with its precipices and torn up notes. i read this several times and found something different each time. i always find your phrasing particularly beautiful. fantastic.

[LA Lorena]

A most profound question Robin, and a most thought provoking and lovely poem. Surviving and living really are two different things, aren't they.

I love your wonderful mysterious antennae, and write dear poet,
You are a unique carved from precious mahogany!

E.L.