Now You See It …

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
 
 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved
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."


Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
 

  25 comments for “Now You See It …

  1. February 24, 2021 at 12:14 am

    Beautifully written Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 9:07 am

      Thank you dear friend 🥰

      • February 24, 2021 at 9:38 am

        You’re welcome 😉

  2. February 24, 2021 at 2:11 am

    Very beautiful!

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 9:08 am

      Thanks dear Lucy. You know how much I appreciate it ☺️💕

  3. February 24, 2021 at 3:08 am

    💖💖💖💖💖

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 9:09 am

      Thank you!!!!! ☺️

  4. February 24, 2021 at 5:41 am

    Nicely written!

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 9:09 am

      Thanks Rob!

  5. February 24, 2021 at 7:30 am

    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?

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 9:21 am

      Thanks Ingrid ☺️ I’m so happy you liked it.

  6. February 24, 2021 at 9:06 am

    these excellent lines would certainly resonate with Wallace Stevens
    “Reticent, uncommunicative
    Sentinels of stillness, unmoving”

    thank you for joining with the prompt

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 11:01 am

      Thank you Laura. I always appreciate your feedback. Loved this one! ☺️

  7. February 24, 2021 at 9:20 am

    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

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 11:02 am

      Thanks David. I really appreciate it ☺️

  8. February 24, 2021 at 2:54 pm

    Silently they fall and silently they disappear yet they have such an impact on us. Beautiful poem.

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 7:35 pm

      Thanks Lisa. Yes, snowflakes are so beautiful aren’t they. I find them quite magical ☺️

  9. February 24, 2021 at 3:19 pm

    Snow is like the fading beauty of life… it comes gently but leaves in a mush.

    • Christine Bolton
      February 24, 2021 at 7:36 pm

      Yes, I love that description 🥰

  10. February 25, 2021 at 11:01 am

    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!

    • Christine Bolton
      February 25, 2021 at 11:26 am

      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.

  11. sanaarizvi
    February 25, 2021 at 1:17 pm

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

    • Christine Bolton
      February 25, 2021 at 2:10 pm

      Thank you do much Sanaa. I lived the prompt. It really pushed me ☺️

  12. February 26, 2021 at 6:47 am

    Beautiful one!!! I want a book from you😃

    • Christine Bolton
      February 26, 2021 at 9:47 am

      Oh you’re so kind! Thank you ☺️. I’m working on the book 👍

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