how long does it take a snowflake
to reach the surface of the earth
and disintegrate on the crusty soil?
the unlikely order, crystal clear,
is only short-lived.

it would be too easy at this point,
to throw in some metaphors,
or shallow symbolism.

a scientific answer please.
preferably amply illustrated,
with diagrams and graphs.

like the copper engravings
in old physics books,
or the handwritten notes
of the gentlemen scientists of the Enlightenment.

gall, soot, and iron sulphate,
leave translucent words,
on brown, brittle, sub-standard paper.

obviously that last verse was a device
to draw your attention away
from the white pristine ice crystal
to the brownish physicality of dirt

it even fooled me,

my mind went from pure blinding white
to the blackish brown of molten tar.

now imagine,
the black clump of earth,
an amorphous conglomerate of water drops,
slowly taking  shape,
forming six-sided branches,
little mathematical twigs,
getting whiter and whiter,
finer and finer,

attracting other crystals,
until a flake has been formed,
ready to fly.

and with an imperceptible shock,
it pulls itself away from the soil,
defying gravity,
and soars back to the cool blue sky.


2 thoughts on “Abyss

  1. dear eelco,
    i am at lost when i read this magnificent poetic masterpiece. you have penned the most enlightened piece of writing with a sure intellectual hand and clear wit of an academician. i suppose to understand this, but it is very hard. i try to connect it to my thoughts, but the purity of your poetry separates it into a distant entity that is homogenous only to you.
    you have defined this poem with the rich collection of sensory perception, coherent and metaphysical. great, great work.

    1. Dear Marvin,

      I am quite speechless by your comment. Coming from such a prolific poet it is a priceless present. I considered this poem, which I wrote in one run, while I was basically feeling guilty over sitting at my desk and daydreaming in stead of working, as a collection of fairly loose associations. I also almost deleted it again. But you may have saved it by your kind intervention 🙂

      I on the other hand envy your own incredible productivity, exploring every nook and cranny of human existence, not shying away from difficult subjects. Compared to that, my own sporadic poems are only scratching the surface.

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