Member Rara Avis
I sent you an e-mail. And your "slug on salt" comment, while completely disgusting ( ), reminded me of a short story by Raymond Carver. If you've never read him, get out to a bookstore and pick up Cathedral and What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. If you want depth of emotion written so seemingly simply it makes you ache, with an eye for only the absolute necessity of detail, he's your man. (plug for one of my favorite writers over)
I'm glad you enjoyed. Your name was just so poetic in its own right that it made me think of flowers blooming in the snow, petals dusted; and snow is usually (in literature anyway) a symbol of quietude and death; which somehow got me to thinking about what if god died and no one noticed? That was a very difficult question to ask, because it flies against my upbringing and ingrained beliefs, but I think a faith can only be truly tested, and dealt with according, when you have lots of doubts. The sadness you come away from the poem with reflects mine as well; I never really did find a concrete answer.
Thanks for reading, and for your gentle insight.
You pretty much summed it up. Thanks!