I never felt a snow flake melting on my hand
Never saw thousands of them falling from the sky
Never saw the world turn foggy and white
Never walked on land looking like one giant frozen cloud
Never felt that stabbing chill of the wind
But some part of my mind is a small snow globe
With chilly winds swirling free,
Driving plastic windmills crazy
The flakes in my snow globe refuse to melt
And the ground feels like cotton under my feet
I have a gentle piece of north pole in my mind
That defies nature
Another cavern of my imagination
Where I delude myself with the idea
What attracts you doesn’t always hurt.
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Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.
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The mind has many secret places… not all of them as pure as snow…
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Certainly not. That’s exactly why we happily delude ourselves with the lies 🙂
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Indeed 🙂
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🙂
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Love the snow globe mind.
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Me too 🙂
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The snow globe reality can be just as beautiful…until a gust of cold wind cuts you to the bone.
When I lived in Southern California, I actually missed winter. Sunny and warm in January always made me feel uneasy, as if it were all fake.
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Yea. I like a little chill but winds need to behave themselves.
This is the first time I am hearing someone getting uncomfortable in sunny and warm weather.
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The secret places of imagination open whole new worlds.
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They certainly do 🙂 thanks for stopping by
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I really like this poem. I live in a hot climate where it doesn’t snow often (twice in my whole life so far) so I can relate the this.
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Same here, and I have literally never seen snow. So, only place it could be happening was my mind. 🙂
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Nice observation of the snow globe in the mind. Sometimes I wish that the snow we got were as easy to work with as the snow found in the snow globe,
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Ahaha yea that would have been best of both the worlds. Thanks a lot for stopping by 🙂
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I love the lines:
‘The flakes in my snow globe refuse to melt
And the ground feels like cotton under my feet
I have a gentle piece of north pole in my mind’.
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i’m glad. thank you.
and thanks for stopping by 🙂
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