The myth of Snowflakes
The myth of Snowflakes
by Ben Macnair
So much unused magic lives in Silence,
when we hear the quiet clash of ice-bergs.
Temporary, monstrous, melting,
and gone, before their existence goes unnoticed.
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Snowflakes as icebergs. Imagery that expands perception. A snowflake as a “monstrous” phenomenon tucked between “temporary” and “melting.” Love the first line. “So much” of what we fail to see or hear is “unused magic”–on the scale of icebergs but with a “quiet” not a thunderous “clash.” And then the paradoxical last line, which I interpret as the experience of poetic insight.