Now You See It …

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Now You See It …

A snowflake falls in splendid silence
Unparalleled in undeniable uniqueness
As more and more fall slowly
delicately building upon each other
Creating walls of compacted
virgin whiteness stacked high
Reticent, uncommunicative
Sentinels of stillness, unmoving
Sadly survival is short-lived
Mixing meltwater mush
Eventually evaporating
into the same silence
from whence it came
 
 
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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with 'Paradox' We were to choose
one of three lines from Paul Dunbar's "The Paradox"
or the line given from Wallace Stevens' The Snow Man"

I chose the second option:

"For the listener, who listens in the snow, And,
nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there
and the nothing that is."


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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

25 thoughts on “Now You See It …”

  5. You’ve captured the beauty and fragility of a snowflake here, Christine: the paradox of the ephemeral which seems eternal – or is it the other way round?

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  7. Christine – I loved this.

    And these lines in particular – I loved the imagery in them and how you tied them together with S sounds:

    Sentinels of stillness, unmoving
    Sadly survival is short-lived

    Well done!

    Yours,
    David

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  10. Having just sat outside quietly on a bench last week, in the midst of a very quiet and peaceful snowfall, catching flakes on my eyelashes, no one else around me so my mask was off, I found this a wonderful descriptive write. The snow flakes that fall quietly, each unique yes. And then as they build, they form that compact wall….impenetrable and their individual beauty unseeable…and then, especially in the city (I live in Boston), that gets the city grime and dirt on it….the opposite of the beauty it was in its individuality…and then the mush you mention. I’d never thought of the “stages” of snow until I read this. An excellent write from my perspective!

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    1. Dear Lillian, thank you so much for your lovely comments. How special that you are experiencing snow in your peaceful solitude 🥰 It’s something I haven’t seen in while and sometimes I miss it, but only to see and touch. Not to live in it again 😕. Stay warm my friend.

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  11. This is gorgeous, gorgeous writing, Christine! 💝💝 I love; “Creating walls of compacted
    virgin whiteness stacked high.” 🙂

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