Hold still like slabs of marble molded to temple floors
Don't move.
Don't speak.
Don't breathe.
Let it slip away into the night
like a red fox
Don't think.
Don't want.
Don't hope
for more than it can give
It's not meant to be held closely
as if it were a dying star cherished
It's not as soft as you believe
A sleeping snow leopard
with freedom
To roam,
To live,
To love
As it pleases
Only made for frozen mountain tops
Aloof
Alone
A dash of silky white against rocky cliffs
approach softly if you must -
the terrain is home -
A plate of armor should
Suffice.
Don't be careless…
For some things…
Are lovely...
When the lights are dim,
The night is cold,
And mystery shrouds
What should be seen...
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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Comments (1)
I love the beautiful and chilly imagery in this poem. Loved the ending.