Snow has the ability:-.>>
It is still.
Still does still,
Mushy cramped texture
Abused substance
In my hands
Things I do not understand
Vortexes of loveliness
Binding together icy fabric
{Together like a rock}
Edgy and unnerving
Bothering some windowpane
Belittling some tough guy
A patterned defamation of the expected circle
A mound in my possession
Exonerated retention
Dripping
There are chances I will take and chances I will reserve
Standing I am hopeful of pronouncing this weapon absurd.
Banned at lunchtime in school,
Chasing a fool
What can take the form of a man but be inanimate?
Would you take me seriously if my nose was a carrot?
Velvetty dissolution of meaning if I stay too close to the fire,
Why wouldn’t I personify after you described me so nice like a liar?

AI Summary

Your piece uses snow as a symbol for stillness, fragility, and the uneasy beauty of things that melt when touched, describing its texture, its mutability, and the way it becomes a kind of mirror for your own uncertainty. You move from the physical sensation of holding snow to the psychological tension of not fully understanding what you’re handling — a vortex of loveliness that is also unnerving, a mound that can be shaped, banned, chased, mocked, or personified. Beneath the playful questions about snowmen and carrots is a deeper reflection on how meaning dissolves when examined too closely, how identity shifts depending on who is looking, and how even something as simple as snow can become a “weapon” or a lie when projected through childhood rules, schoolyard hierarchies, and adult anxieties. The poem ends with a quiet, self‑aware twist: if snow can be personified, reshaped, or misunderstood, then so can you — and the tension between innocence and accusation becomes the poem’s true centre.