The Yeti readies his quiver for a shocking blow
Molecules packed in hyperbolic space
Releasing tension from it’s solid state
Its hexagon lattice is maintained
The hydrogen is bond still in place
But his face


He cries when he looks down at the crimson snow
He knows the origins of this stain
And he cries out in pain.
his brother says, “I’m sorry.”
“At least it wasn’t your eyes.”
Inside his heart is troubled.
Should he hide?
Should he go inside?


If only a heart could be as white as snow.
With the last strength he has he says to his brother.
“It will be ok. Let’s make another.”
Hearts are mended just like the snow.
Crimson stains are washed away.
All in child’s play.

This poem was created after a walk with my youngest son and his friend. When my son got home he started to fight with his brother. Having two boys keeps me alert. I wrote the poem and recorded it with my cellphone. The music came from a classical radio station on the background of the phone. I was surprised that it all fit together well. I had fun doing this but it was hard to find quiet time to record. If you are curious what my voice sounds like then this is the chance.

Love,

365GROOVY

@mineopoly