a.r. monko

The Snow I loved: a visual poem


It snowed yesterday
and you weren't there

The cold whiteness covered the sky
and you were not there

I saw the branches of the pines almost break with the weight
and still you weren't there

The snow I loved was no comfort; just cold, blinding me forever

So I crept inside my mind, away from the frozen, the white, the barren,

And found you there.


-A.R.Monko, 2010

painting my sorrow

i know nothing but
the subtle scent of lavender
in the air
and the sound of my paintbrush
on this coarse canvas

my skirt flutters at my knees
bringing me back

reminding me
of the fickleness of tranquility
and our surrender to sorrow