Snow Globe

Like a memory before memory

Snow inside a crystal globe

Always gentle, someways healing

To the ailing mnemophobe


World been shattered all to pieces

Knowing never where to go

Let the restoration find you

Silent, safe within the snow

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

5 thoughts on “Snow Globe”

  1. I give you a thousand points for the use of the word mnemophobe… not only in a poem, but for making it rhyme also. Granted, we are following the point structure of “Who’s Line is it, Anyways?”.. so..

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