Snow Dance

Wait for the video to play and the dialogue to end. Then play the poem.

I don’t use my umbrella
When it snows
Das auto kommt gleich
Fest
You can tell they’re friends
Because they have the same smile.
They talk when you walk away
The auto came
But turned the other way

Where would the story go?
I don’t exactly know
Where the story will go
I don’t exactly know
When it will snow

I was about to cross the road
And the car turned the other way
I found a coin in the dark
It was my luck
It was gold and round
With a 50 embedded on top

50 is half way to a hundred
If only I can find more
I walk through the hallway
And behind me I shut the door
In the hope that I will find more

50 and 50 makes a hundred
The thought allured my mind
If only I could find more
My feet were out the door
The footsteps you could see no more
As behind me they shut the door.
How alluring was that thought
If only I could find more

As I was walking I found that poem for you
With the footsteps behind me
A door closed behind me
And my feet talked
And talked and talked

I couldn’t see my footsteps
But my feet talked
As they walked and walked
And walked and walked.

She created a revolution
An ultimate solution
And her feet walked,
And walked and walked.
Behind her she couldn’t see
The steps that were laid out for her

As she walked and walked and walked
You always do what you want!
She cried
With that intimate thought
Dwelling inside

Where were you last night?
I heard whispering tip toes coming inside
And those whispering tip toes left their mark
As my thought deviled inside
I didn’t sleep last night
My intimate thoughts
Deviled inside
As I walked and walked
And walked and walked.

How can you lay there
And I not move?
Your deep desires are set in me
Just to hear your voice
Near me
My intimacy is exposed
I didn’t use my umbrella
When it snowed

By Maria Grujicic

A new poem I recently wrote to compliment my new poetry book Poems That Dance For Adults.

Next time you go out into the snow, breathe a little and leave your umbrella behind.
Enjoy! Impressions are always welcome and I’m thrilled when people like my posts.

Das auto kommt gleich
Fest

By the way, these are German words that mean, ‘The car comes soon/now, strong’. I chose the German because it makes a bigger impact to the poem. I live in Germany and I speak some German.

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