Will be reading tonight at Foxy’s Deli in Penarth at A WINTER’S TALE, organised by Artist Pauline Williams and Therapist/Poet Fran Smith, for more details CLICK HERE
Will be reading two pieces, see below, the Snowflakes In Your Eyes written some time ago, Snowflake Destiny written today…
Snowflakes From Your Eyes by Will FordWhen the fingers of the winter chill that close around your bonesAre the only fingers that you feel, unless you count your ownMaybe there ’ s an empty space there in the life you liveThat can ’ t be filled by good deeds or the charity you giveThat can ’ t be filled by worthy thoughts of the woes of the poorThat can ’ t be filled by focusing on ideals anymoreThat can ’ t filled by any God or other spirit guideNothing that you snort or smoke, and nothing you imbibeCan fill the empty space once it gets around your bonesAnd chills you with the knowledge noone knows you feel aloneBecause that ’ s meant to be something that only losers saySo you grin and bear the empty space and hope it goes awayWhen the world at large demands you wear a smile upon your faceNo matter how you really feel, it feeds the empty spaceIt grows in size and appetite, if you dismiss your needsAs self-centred indulgences, empty space impedesYour eyes from seeing clearly, your path to brighter daysAnd memories of sweeter times will start to be erasedTill there ’ s no way forward, no way back, nothing but shapeless voidAnd you feel like you ’ ve become a thing people wish to avoidYou become sometimes unable to look people in the faceIn case they look into your eyes and see the empty spaceBut you wont be able to hide it, people soon get rather wiseTo protestations of feeling fine that start to sound like liesTo everyone who hears them, then last of all to youBut you might find there ’ s noone left there to admit it toWhen you recognise belatedly what others came to seeThe shimmering outline, the empty space, where you used to beWhen the fingers of the winter chill that close around your bonesAre the only fingers that you feel, unless you count your ownBeware the empty space that can leave you so cold insideThat when you weep no tears fallJust snowflakes from your eyes.
SNOWFLAKE DESTINY by Will Ford
Once upon time there was a snowflake on the breeze
Dancing on the air, and feeling very pleased
It suddenly found itself stuck upon a tree
And begged of passing brethren “what will become of me?”
No answers were forthcoming as it lingered on the bark
Watching other snowflakes dance and laugh and lark
Swirling windswept patterns all around the park
It’s over now, our snowflake thought, no chance to leave a mark
Then another snowflake joined it upon the tree
They didn’t like each other but agreed to disagree
Compromise is key and very necessary
When you can’t escape from somewhere you don’t really want to be
Frozen to the spot, forced to peer, ponder, stare
At other trees and other snowflakes becoming snared
On trunks, roots and branches, there and there and there
And there, and there and there and there and there and even there
Sharp silhouettes of leafless trees slowly turning white
Softening the atmosphere of evil in the night
That gets evoked in tender hearts by a wintry forest sight
As if the trees will grab them, well you never know, they might…
Our snowflake was one of millions whose appointed Winter task
Was to give the stark cold foresty wood a pretty Winter mask
While other snowflakes danced on past to become, um, well, let’s say…
Constituents of blizzard drifts, or Snowman DNA…
One of my favourite poems of yours Snowflakes, have a good reading 🙂
Reading went well, thanks Bel Blue 🙂