The Snowflake Chronicles

9 Poems I need to Rewrite

1
Quality Control
Written from a spiritual point of view

The soul has quality of design
Too be reliable over time

The body needs quality of incoming materials
To provide the soul with a healthy casing

Quality control of the process
Is assured by education

Quality assurance
Results from Faith in God

2
The Cold
I have two versions of this one

Version 1

The cold descends
through solid flesh
to echo from my bones

The cold reechoes
from my bones
to chill my flesh again

Version 2

The cold descends through solid flesh
To penetrate
My bones

3
Cloud Drifts
This was written at either dawn or sunset

Rays striking pristine drifts
Reflect the purity
Of God's ancient faith renewed

Rays striking polluted drifts
Are absorbed
By dogma's insecurity

4
Chandelier
I think this is one of several chandelier poems

Crystal bells bloom
In radiant glory
Their gold stems reflecting

The breeze from bronze leaf blades
The glow from crystal
Stamen and pistil

5
A Question of Meaning
What is the meaning of life/

Horses with flying feet
Trick or treat
The beauty of perfection
Animal attraction
Natural selection

6
Good Versus Evil
I'm not sure what I'm attempting with this group of lines

Light versus darkness
Light defines the depth of darkness
The brighter the light the deeper the darkness
Without good we could not comprehend evil
Light symbolizes good
Darkness symbolizes evil

Light versus darkness
Darkness defined by the light
Good versus evil

7
Chocolate Temptation

The lush echoes of Eden
And sweet temptation
Beckons the starving lover
Chocolate delights
Both white and dark

8
Ice Dancing
A Romantic poem

Pairs
short program
husband and wife dance
in the year of the tiger

Wife
and husband
dance across the ice
in the year of the tiger
get seventy-six point sixty-six

9
A Cafe Mocha Day

Cafe mocha with marsh mellows
Dawn freezes my bones
On a cafe mocha day

Your computer is infected
The words shred neurons
Dendrites and axons bleed
Rip dendrites and axons from their roots

My subconscious mind
Wakes me up by telephone

Teeth in a cup
Sleep beside my bed
Waiting for me to wake up
On a Cafe Mocha day