LIKE TALCUM
Candice James
Copyright 2009
The muted sounds of life abound
In this vacuum of snow
Falling like talcum
Onto the freshly showered sheets of grass and cement.
It reminds me of the many
Sparkling powdered dreams
I laid to rest.
They sway to and fro
Amidst their shallow burial ground.
And all the while
The snow falls
Like talcum.
Sometimes,
I think I catch a glimpse of them
Hiding in the deep of regret,
Peeking through the wet hazy surface.
When a pebble drops from my mind
It paints the glass surface of the lake
With one ripple
Perpetually collapsing and expanding
Into something
That is nothing.
And all the while
The snow falls
Like talcum.
The muted sounds of life
Thud in on tiger paws
And claw at reality.
My dreams
Have turned to powder
And all the while
The snow falls
Like talcum.