The snowman doesn't know why <br />The reasons are balanced perfectly by feelings … <br /> <br />He was dealing last week with a snowstorm <br />Wondering to know how many snowflakes could fall.. <br /> <br />The snowman thinks of <br />The pure joy of being alive ….. <br /> <br />Now the rain comes down in trickles, melting the snow <br />And he wants to let all the weight of life fall to the ground and become a part of it.... <br /> <br /> <br />He shines like a porcelain now, <br />And he knows that he has nowhere else to go. <br /> <br />He makes an effort to distinguish between <br />These two incommensurable realms, nature and freedom...... <br /> <br />He examines the black hearses spanning out of white <br />He discovers the twilight sky, the rising sun and this inconsequential world..... <br /> <br />He understands that flourish of innocence and simplicity …. <br /> <br />He makes an effort to distinguish between <br />His own immortality and his existence …. <br /> <br /> <br />The snowflakes begin to fall so softly upon his icy heart <br />The gentle snowflakes begin to fall again... <br />A blackbird begins to hang the darkness of the night <br /> <br />The whole world constitutes for him now a great ambiguity and elusiveness <br />He remains tightly closed with his owner inside..... <br /> <br />Significantly, the night begins to kill the day's seconds.... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />He makes an effort to distinguish between <br />The ineliminable inputs of external and internal sensations.... <br /> <br />He begins to have his own consciousness.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snowman-5/
