When It Snows In The Desert…

there is no grace. Each flake is a poisoned needle
jabbing in my skin.

Every sting of winter is a piece of
her blue eyes,

and
his blue lips barely parted in a box.
I imagine his last breath and
wonder if it felt like Winter,
if it felt like the cold prick of
hell jabbed into his veins.

Winter has chained me to the past.
What is lost weighs more than everything
Winter has ever given.  I imagine her singing,
and if she sounds like Summer.

I know that I am here now, and I can never go back,
but still, I wonder,
when it snows in the desert.

About Maggie Mae

"I write because I must". I am a poet of dark imagery. I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments. I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words). If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark. It is available @ http://writingknightspress.blogspot.com/2013/05/some-things-ache-in-dark-by-maggie-mae.html.

Posted on December 4, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Deep and touching, nice to see you back! ;)

  2. Absolutely Amazing! I felt every word with my entire being. I am overwhelmed with emotion right now…..my new favorite of all your poems. <3

  3. Wow. Very graphic. Well done.

  4. It almost feels wrong to like this, because it’s so raw and painful to read, yet beautiful as well.

  5. Ever such effective, tactile writing. Glad to read your post again. )

  6. So moving, very impressive, Good job!

  7. Hauntingly beautiful and heartwrenching

  8. “each flake is a poisoned needle jabbing in my skin” beautiful

    “there is no grace” yes there is. keep searching. keep hoping.

  9. So glad you’re back on WordPress. Jeanne Marie

  10. To have discovered you by virtue of you having subscribed to me is probably the most flattering gesture I’ve ever received. Especially given that immediately after being exposed to you it was revealed to me that you are my favorite poet.

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