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Snowdrops (Song WIP)

Posted on September 24, 2011

The winds of time blow every way but backwards,
The waves move every grain of sand upon the shore
and return all things anew.
The river in its patient course can wear down
any mighty stone, any mountain
save the memory of you.

I close my eyes, I see your face no more,
Just a stranger turned away from me through the veiled mists
of a shattered history.
The first day I met you, I should have turned ’round,
never loved you, never had to learn
how false a man can be.

Am I a snowdrop in the winter dreaming of a summer rose?
Must I bud in bitter silence wherein only coldness grows?
If I reach my tendrils for the sun, will it scorch my root in vain,
or will I bloom again?

But I was a fledgling bird, alone,
Far from home and broken, so scared and lost,
unsure of how to stand
And every word that from your lips like manna fell
to my starving soul, without question
I ate it from your hands.

Am I a snowdrop in the winter dreaming of a summer rose?
Must I bud in bitter silence wherein only coldness grows?
If I reach my tendrils for the sun, will it scorch my root in vain,
or will I bloom again?

If I had the strength of heart, I’d sail
The farthest reaches of the earth through the raging storm
so I’d never have met you.
And if I had the wings to fly, I’d soar high
in a lofty cloud far above the sea,
and there I’d forget you.

Am I a snowdrop in the winter dreaming of a summer rose?
Must I bud in bitter silence wherein only coldness grows?
If I reach my tendrils for the sun, will it scorch my root in vain,
or will I bloom again?
Or will I bloom again?


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2 responses to “Snowdrops (Song WIP)”

  1. "The winds of time blow every way but backwards,"
    Good line.

    "The winds of time blow every way but backwards,
    The waves move every grain of sand upon the shore
         and return all things anew."

    Interesting. The "renewing" aspect. Not sure if I agree or disagree with that.
    Do the waves renew the beach? Or cover the whole bloody mess up for a second chance at the same old merry go-around?

    "The river in its patient course can wear down
         any mighty stone, any mountain
         save the memory of you."

    "Save the memory of you"  That’s powerful.

    "I close my eyes, I see your face no more,"

    That had me thinking. What happened to the face? That’s almost a conscious decision?

    "Just a stranger turned away from me through the veiled mists
         of a shattered history."

    The tragedy of life.

    "The first day I met you, I should have turned ’round,
         never loved you, never had to learn
         how false a man can be."

    Well, there’s plenty out there that would wish for that.

    "Am I a snowdrop in the winter dreaming of a summer rose?"

    A snow DROP. Hm. Why a drop? Kind of makes sense. Drop. Rose. Moisture. Nourishment. Love.

    "Must I bud in bitter silence wherein only coldness grows?"

    Coldness GROWS. Hm.

    "If I reach my tendrils for the sun, will it scorch my root in vain,
         or will I bloom again?"

    You like those tendrils, I see. be careful, because there is another dimension there. Snakes coiling. Medusa’s head.  

    "But I was a fledgling bird, alone,
    Far from home and broken, so scared and lost,
         unsure of how to stand
    And every word that from your lips like manna fell
         to my starving soul, without question
         I ate it from your hands."

    Very simple language. Powerful emotion/image.

    "Am I a snowdrop in the winter dreaming of a summer rose?
    Must I bud in bitter silence wherein only coldness grows?
    If I reach my tendrils for the sun, will it scorch my root in vain,
         or will I bloom again?"

    repeated for effect.

    "If I had the strength of heart, I’d sail
    The farthest reaches of the earth through the raging storm
         so I’d never have met you.
    And if I had the wings to fly, I’d soar high
         in a lofty cloud far above the sea,
         and there I’d forget you."

    Sea. Ocean. waves. Flying. Clouds.  My place, too.

    "Am I a snowdrop in the winter dreaming of a summer rose?
    Must I bud in bitter silence wherein only coldness grows?
    If I reach my tendrils for the sun, will it scorch my root in vain,
         or will I bloom again?
         Or will I bloom again?"

    The strongest part of the poem is the imagery, the meaning, the emotion.

    Technically, the word choice, the vocabulary, the construction, although perfectly adequate, is not more than that. A few times you risked sailing a little close to the "how poetic – Ugh!" reefs, but I forgive you because of the outstanding sincerity…

    But don’t mind me…  

  2. LOL
    Yeah, it borders on cliche, which is why I still have it listed as a work in progress – I always have difficulty writing songs because I generally only have enough meaning for two verses, but it feels incomplete without three.  I’m not happy with the line "The first day, I met you… how false a man can be", so that’s one I’ll probably come back to rework, and I feel like the entire third verse is pretty generic poetry.
    As a side note, a snowdrop is a type of flower that blooms in the cold of early spring, when there’s still snow on the ground (and in some places it blooms during the winter also), well before any other flowers can start growing, and its petals always hang down, so the flowers never face the sun.  One of my cousins gave me the nickname long ago – I think it was her polite way of calling me a late bloomer (because according to her it grew in the cold long after all the other flowers had died), but I guess technically it’s an early bloomer   All the same, I’m fond of the symbol.

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