Resting heavy on the cracked green leather corner booth, his tired eyes lose focus in the snow storm building to a crescendo on the streets outside the window. Howling winds push his thoughts, like an empty cup down the sidewalk...
Art unseen,
so minuscule
in their creation,
given chance to breathe
and dream
on mid-winters eve,
set to dance
on blustery breeze.
Each one unique
until we remake
their purity
in our own image,
with these two hands.
Snowflakes and lovers...
Well trimmed nails pick at the table top, passing the time as he waits. Turning his gaze with each jingle of the gold bells hanging on the door or the diner, wondering how to unshake the snow globe that has become his life. Silent prayers crowd his table for two, all for the chance at saying he is sorry.
She comes.
They cry.
Each tear feels like a snow flakes kiss upon his soul. Delicately her arm slips in the crook of his arm as they rise to leave, ready to face the long walk up redemption's hill together.
I can't help but sigh, as I flag down the waitress to freshen up my coffee, and hope my happy ending is the present they receive this Christmas.
Snow.
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Awesome...
"Silent prayers crowd his table for two, all for the chance at saying he is sorry."
Awesome.
figure this is the yin to yesterdays yang...
I can definitely identify with the image of the howling wind pushing my thoughts "like an empty cup down the sidewalk" ...
Beautifully restrained- love this. Like the the image of thoughts being like a coffee cup pushed by the wind.
Sweet Brian. I just put 'snow' on my blog - and then I come here and read about it as a lovely metaphor.
I like how you are sending them GOOD KARMA/PRAYERS with you wishing them a HAPPY ENDING.
I feel we are all connected to each other and should wish the BEST for all..
I Luv this poem.. story..
Hi! Brian,
This post is very well written and very descriptive too!
My favorite lines:
Art unseen,so minuscule
in their creation,given chance to breathe and dream on mid-winters eve,set to dance on blustery breeze.
and Howling winds push his thoughts, like an empty cup down the sidewalk.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Very nice.
I love this one! Do I always say that? I feel like I always say that... I can't even pick a favorite part because I have all these different emotions while reading it. Moving that's a good word for it!
Yes, the yin to yesterday's yang. And I feel poised in the balance. Thanks.
HO HO HO! My friend Otin said that this was a good place to find a happy Christmas ending tonight! Maybe I was in that diner too!
"like an empty cup down the sidewalk"
Yeah, that's so good.
this piece was very visual for me.
Thanks for sharing.
Happy tt to you.
beautiful imagery.
i guess otin doesnt have enough blogs to comment on on his own... now he's posting as santa too
I have a feeling you know this story well.
I tried to capture the outrageous frost covering everything in white crystals, maybe tomorrow with the "snow theme"
Keep writing, and feeding our hunger.
How lovely. Snow becomes one of the characters.
Sweet, Brian!
Smiles!
oh so beautiful, the way you write of redemption here. . . . this is beautiful, Brian.
The empty cup! Man. That is poetry.
It's a long way from a sled!
Hmm...
That's all I got: hmm...
I think you're well aware of how well you write, so... hmm...
Lovely.
Her arm slips in the crook of his...
That part made me a bit weepy.
"Each tear feels like a snow flakes kiss upon his soul."
That is perfection Brian. Absolute perfection.
jj
You are such an incredible writer, Brian. Again, very touching.
Loved this line:
"Each tear feels like a snow flakes kiss upon his soul." and loved the very ending being "snow" too.
Brian, what an incredibly written piece. I felt like I was really there in the moment. My favorite line:
"Each tear feels like a snow flakes kiss upon his soul."
Amazing, Brian. So glad to have connected to you via the tea party.
" like an empty cup down the sidewalk" - wow.
heavenly! filled with beauty! dreamy! warm and loving...
I am always amazed by your perception of the unseen and your contemplative mindset. It is missing so many peole these days...
Wonderful as always.
Zuzana
love the poem and what a nice story...i think everyone can take something from that...hapy tt
You're like the Hitcock of Love...Brian, this is splendid
Very good and I love the imagery. I want to learn...
Very very good. I liked it a lot.
Bravo mister writer man. Bravo.
If only, sometimes, we were able to 'unshake the snow globe.' -J
beautifully written, nice details and imagery -- most definitely the yin to yesterday's yang.
Beautiful! This provoked a tear or two.
I bet they will live on to have 4 or 5 kids and a yard full of pets and a white picket fence.
Do me a favor?
Watch them again when they return to the diner then and write about their contented happiness of years together??
Because I too, am the ultimate optimist when it comes to love.
forgiveness...a wonderful thing.
Hope it all works out for them, too.
Brian, I have something on my blog to share with you today.
hey there did you know it is the g-mans birthday today? i have posted a birthday card for him on my blog, i am trying to get as many bloggers as possible to do the same and surprise him, maybe for the 55 game tonight as he is under the weather and will not be checking up on us until tonight. i hope you can join in the fun just stop by my blog and copy the birthday card and post it in your 55 tonight if you want to play, ok i have a lot of bloggers to ask yet, have a great day!!
(((sigh)))
Love to comment something touching, but I'm in the middle of a blizzard... :)
I agree with buffalodick - I can't say anything touching either because we are in the middle of a snow storm as we speak.
definite yin to yang. it's yinderful. i'm a little obsessed with snow myself. call me smilla. but there is a cathartic, make-all-things-clean-and-new quality to it. a fresh start. one of my blogs deals with emotions during a snowfall in vancouver last winter. we finally had a good snowfall (where you can't see the grass at all) last evening. it's my second favourite season after Autumn. i'm going to have to read through your archived posts, methinks, to get the full background on what you've been writing. it seems a story that has been building. accumulating like a snowbank...i don't want to have missed the first few flakes or when the cumulonimbus swept in...
"Each tear feels like a snow flakes kiss upon his soul"
A favorite line in a great piece.
This is stunning! This totally grabbed me all the way and tugged at my heart! A sign of great writing!
*sigh* and *smiles*...
and it's still tugging...
You've made me hope for their happy ending too.
Brian, your writing is magnificent...
'hope my happy ending is the present they receive this Christmas.'
ah..Everyone should be so fortunate....
This is beautiful Brian!
I have to agree with everyone else. Classic Brian Miller.
Beautiful imagery, as always Brian.
*raises a cup*
To redemption and second chances!
Beautiful images...I could hear that cup. It was a joy to read this piece. Thank you.
Snow and tears.....so cleansing for a new start. Once again, you nailed it.
Nice one, Brian. Awesome phraseology.... loved this: 'wondering how to unshake the snow globe that has become his life'
I hope that is their ending, too.
This was a wonderful little vignette, Brian. I liked the very real image of the bells on the diner door.
This was a wonderful little vignette, Brian. I liked the very real image of the bells on the diner door.
i miss legit snow... apparently i missed some while i was in richmond this past weekend, but i guess it wasnt much cuz there was none to be seen when i got back sunday night. sighhh.... haha
Beautiful imagery. :) I'm hiring you for Valentines' Day. :)
.....dang! I think I'm(almost)speechless...fantastic imagery, Brian :)
This one is so good, Brian. Beautiful writing.
Ahhh, lovely!
Lovely, Brian! Happy TT!
Great post
"wondering how to unshake the snow globe that has become his life"
I shall never look at a snow globe in the same way again.
Wow! Do you have a book out Brian? I would like to order it if you do.
The coffee reference was so cool. Sweet!
Tangible, very descriptive. Sad, but with hope. Nicely done.
Lovely. Hope.
Car Goes Boom
Very heart-warming.
Happy Thursday friend.
I arrived at your blog via Willow Manor. 'Each tear feels like a snow flakes kiss upon his soul.' This line is evocative and has a sensual impact for me. Beautiful words. Thank you.
Absolutely lovely
Well trimmed nails....
Loved this!!! How many men think about fingernails.
'wondering how to unshake the snow globe that has become his life...
Each tear feels like a snow flakes kiss upon his soul.....
Shake, shake, shake, shake up our soul like a snow globe. Only you can do this. Let your soul show through for all to see.
Wonderful, beautiful snow, forever preserved in a snow globe. Oh if only life was so easy to fit into one category, then we would always have happy endings. But we can only hope, hope that we all have happy endings, knowing that it will not always be so. Where would we be without hope? I hope to never find out.
God bless.
...I hope they do........yes, each one is unique.Great Post Brian.
"Silent prayers crowd his table for two, all for the chance at saying he is sorry"
Wow!
Awww. . I can't imagine the weather but I do love the sentiment. Some presents come in ethereal forms.
you get better and better at this Brian
I love the winds, pushing his thoughts like an empty cup...
When you sit down at the keyboard, it must like an artist at a blank canvas. Then you write and paint such a beautiful picture with your words. What a talented writer you are!
Very astounding!
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