snow day

I love the snow, and maybe that's because I only experience it in small quantities, but so far I am still in love with it. Here is a poem that came to mind yesterday while walking through the snow. It has nothing to do with a rhetoric situation, it just seemed like a fun thing to write. I feel like it is apporpriate since the purpose of the blog is creative writing. As far as creative writing goes, I really enjoy writing poems, however reading of them is a different story. Whenever I read a poem I always get a different message out of the poem that what is expected to receive from it. In high school this made getting a good grade difficult because I received the "correct" message. But, if the point of literature is for the piece of writing to make an impact on you, to simply "get something out of it" (or at least that's my opinon of what it does) then why should it matter if I get the correct theme or simply my own, so long as I got something out of it?

walking
through the wonderland
of a chilled purity
wanting
to be a part of it
to be frozen
in the painting
the crunch of the snow
the kiss
of the chilled wind
snowy pieces
floating down
into place
and I walk
absorb it all
I feel the desire
to capture it all
but still
that would not
be enough
I need to become
the winter wonderland