My Frankieboss,
I was thinking about you the other day while I was walking down our street at night. I later spoke to my poet friend Chris about how the silence and beauty of the snowfall made me think of you in your grey, down jacket with the hood up. Chris wrote this poem for me because he knew I was sad but I think that it should go to you as well.
Frankieboss, I know it is not your style because you were the embodiment of fun and exciting times, this poem is about the awareness, the ability to stop and look and observe, the understanding that stops a person and makes them realize how beautiful life really is. I think that you would love it because you were always the one looking for whatever you could see, and that made you happy. The small moments in life that get your attention, even if you are not looking. Thank you, for pointing that out to me, you always noticed those small moments and now I will too, and think of you.
Anamnesis of Snow
Stillness, silence
speaking splendour
to the moonlight of reasons;
frozen-indivisible possibilities,
diamond-dust aspirations
caught breathless
in a moment of being.
Our time folded
in the rattled-pattering
of Snowy Owl’s wings,
our feathered evening hushed
by trembling snowflakes’
shuddering in the captured denial
of an October evening’s
euphoric rush.
This sanctuary remains.
Perceptions flicker
in the denial of time,
deafened to the entropy
of dandelion snowflakes
fragile, crystalline-tears
falling to the wet sighs
and warm desires
of an evening sidewalk
reflecting streetlight
memories
© Christopher Raine
Seen by Christopher Raine at 5:41 PM
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