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“ A Snowflake ”
– at the bottom lies –
Holds reason wonder,
About the others
Who first arrived,
And now held under,
Tho manage to survive,
While on the surface
The more materialize,
Layer upon layer
The scale expands,
Thus be no error
They find hold hands,
Supporting each other
To bear the strain,
Makes need to shoulder
Until snowflakes turn to rain…
A snowflake
At the bottom lies,
Hence be others
That too will smother,
Yet given druthers
Reach to save those left,
Spared not of shelter
From mans foulness,
However not in vain
As natures fate egresses,
Destined suffer it’s to blame
Alas until snowflakes turn to rain!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music – Winter Night Jazz , BGM…
Photos – Personal collection …
Poetry on a canapé 
Ah, Jean-Jacques, what came to mind was all of those that have come before us, laying the foundations of knowledge, wisdom and experience. May we continue in their “snowflake footsteps.” This is a marvelous thought provoking poem. Thank you.
Good take Rebecca and reassuring that these few humble words should inspire such profoundness. Tho on the other hand and in the overall scheme of life on this planet, one best not to dwell too long on the thought that we are not much more than said flake. The saving grace is that we can write about it, thus allowing us to keep reasonably grounded and for some of us even livable! Thank you dear girl for seeing the positive in a world that seems to have no end of negative.
I read this as a fanciful riffing on snow–until the poem became something more.
So many aspects of life at first sight can be and often are misleading, yet when one digs a little deeper, may soon find surface looks or appearances are deceiving.
As to nature’s shaping of a snowflake, seen under microscope, it is intriguing because they all have the same basic shape. That its shape or existence lasts no longer than a flash, even in accumulation, is a solid reminder of mans life, and alas too soon comparable to nature’s snowflake… when this past year only started a few days ago, if that. Alas thankful I am that as far as I know, I’ll not melt…I think !
Beautiful words and photo. Those who paved the way for so many come to mind. May those to come land gently and meld like a snowflake. ❤️
Ah, Paulette, the beauty of your words and the sensitivity you express, leaves me speechless! Which is to say the least for me is some accomplishment. Then again hardly a surprise, of a reflection the like, coming from the reputed care giver, and best selling author that you are.
Thank you my dear friend for giving a humble poem additional substance!