Out in far flung snow is a voice
pulsing from beneath the earth to answer
voices carried like bad sounds
grating against some doors
mid-winter
when Hard is on the earth
No prints left to linger
like sad reminders
of bloody ciphers in snow
and a hunter’s kill
Just a steady hum
heard only if you lay down
and make snow angels
to please the sky
that whispers for us to remember
we can freeze to death
or become lost in a whiteout
He has long been tempted to send
And so we admire and listen
to the voice with our eyes and ears,
our skin prickling
at its ominous beautiful power
guided by only a gracious hand
Author notes
Choice - my favorite season
jpg photograph - Newly-Fallen-Snow-Gathers-on-Pine-Needles-in-This-Close-View-steven st.john
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A contest entry
- New Year's Solutions by Mystical-Gardenia.
1900 points, ended January 14, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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just stopping by to congratulate you on your well deserved silver-trophy for this inspiring masterpiece ...
much love,
marion -
I have heard the whisper of snow falling; you have gathered beautiful words to describe the feeling "when Hard is on the earth", a great personification there. If we stop, we understand that; however we cannot stop forever, "we can freeze too death" (to).
The photo and title taken together look like the hand of nature offering a pure gift.
Thank you for bringing this scene to our contest.
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ty Margaret. I often make that too/to error. I do nto now how many times Wanda has to tell me that. Is there a class that teaches Muses to type???
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It's worse than that
We have more than two to type, there's too also!
I don't remember how I learned that, a lot of practice in grade two?? Good luck in remembering.
Congratulations on your trophy.
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Illuminating, vibrant, eloquent!
Thank you for entering this contest and for your patience as we awaited the contestants; your forbearance is so greatly appreciated!
Your form is clean, neat easy to read and the content is engraved with explicit imageries defining the frozen depths of winter the rawness, beauty, to let us stand in awe by the inspiration created as we would envision the ultimate power of nature and of our sense of anonymous, facelessness, oh, how insignificant I can feel next to winter’s chill! Thank you for sharing your talent and skill!
Wishing you and yours a glorious New Year and much success in all of your endeavors!
~Myst~
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It is snowing heavily here... I so want to go out and play in it. Wanna go with me?
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Ahhh, Sweet memories! Winter use to be my favorite season when I was young. What with the snow angels, snow balls, sledding, hockey, Christmas, New years, and my birthday! Now my brittle bones enjoys the warmth of summer.
I wish I heard the whispers...
"Just a steady hum
heard only if you lay down
and make snow angels
to please the sky"
Magnifique, m'Lady!
~ Nicky♥
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Oh but you do...go stand outdoors and filter out the people noise....and listennnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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a truly masterful poem that touches me deeply ... I wonder if there are many souls whose favorite season is winter ... yet, the ones who love to soar in the space of silence, cherish this blessed season ... for they know that out of apparent emptiness, life creates its forms of splendour, once the rime melts and the river of fertility starts to flow again joyfully ...
maa
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Oh yes....that is what we hsould do... it speaks to us...in such beautiful voices....
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You are a master of matching words to the contest. Matching words to nature and poetry.
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ty, my friend. I am struggling here to get feelign better...but I finally had a good night's sleep with no pain... that is a milestone.
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"our skin prickling
at its ominous beautiful power
guided by only a gracious hand"
A raw, compassionate & honest view of a season that can be both brutal & beautiful, both unforgiving & kind to all beasts alike. Good luck in Annie's & Margaret's contest, my Friend. Wanda
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As we get this next huge lot of snow...I keep lookign out the sindow and wonder if I could go outside and play without looking....
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