Falling slowly from the night sky,
a soft parachute of beauty
dances with the street light.
Swaying from right to left,
following the wind as it blows,
looking for a place to rest.
A soft brush silently covers the street.
The road sleeps under a white blanket tonight,
snowflakes greet every tree with a tickle.
The painting will never dry; ruined in the morning.
Mother Nature surrenders the street to mankind,
dismissing a masterpiece to the curb.
Staring out my window in the still of the night,
were my eyes the only two that saw?
A picture so perfect, so temporary.
Oh Paul. *feel good factor*
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Imaginations that sometimes carrying us on a beautiful chariot. really nice imaginations. thanks for sharing such type of things.
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Thanks for reading!
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Very nice. As a former upstate New York resident, snow in December = beautiful. Snow in March = enough already. Snow in May = seriously?
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Yeah, snow has a three month window where we can all just accept it. As soon as March hits, the fascination with it is over.
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So peaceful; so beautiful. It’s sunny and 75 here. Thanks for painting a portrait of the quintessential February evening.
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No problem. Thanks for painting a portrait of the exact opposite in 3 words!
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Snow is really, really beautiful. I recently witnessed my first snowfall ever in my life. It seemed like a wonderful miracle. So damn beautiful. 🙂
Btw your first line of poem….wins!
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First snowfall ever!? That must’ve been fun!
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Yes, it was. 😀 I will post pictures on my blog. Soon. 🙂
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Really liked this, Paul. It’s different from your previous poems, but a good kind of different. Less wordplay, and rather a flow of lines that seem to sway, back and forth like snow. The ending was just absolutely lovely. Well done.
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Thank you, kindly. I figured I’d switch it up and try something different this time.
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What a lovely snowy picture you’ve painted. I felt like I was there.
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Thanks, Miriam!
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THIS one is your best yet. You didn’t just create a picture with words, you created a mood with words. “The painting will never dry; ruined in the morning.” My favorite line. So true.
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I thought it might’ve been my best too but I wanted your stamp of approval. Thank you 🙂
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Many of your other poems have a similar beat to each other. Which is great. But this one stands out for me because it is different. Calm and peaceful, yet you capture that it is a passing moment. Beautiful.
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Holy smokes Paulo. This is definitely one of your best poems. A perfect way to welcome me back into the WordPress community.
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Wow if I knew it was a welcome back post I would’ve called it Jess instead of Snow…Actually, that would’ve been awkward. Yeah, never mind. I’m gonna be quiet now.
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Hahahaha almost spit out my coffee. I expect that to be your next poem. No backing out now.
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Oh dear.
“Her name is Jess
Don’t stress
something something not a mess
etc.”
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More like,
“Her name is Jess
You should stress
‘Cause she’s such a mess…”
Very Shel Silverstein.
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Haha I didn’t wanna make it a dark poem!
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These are dark times hahaha
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On a (un)related note, I was watching a marathon of extreme couponing the other day
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Haha so jealous! If I start turning into one of those people, you’re the first person I’d alert to whip me back into shape.
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Oh my god,this is so good!
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Thanks!
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Beautiful and visually captivating! Good work here! 🙂
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Amazing. I love snow. But unfortunately, where I live we don’t get much snow.. 😦
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Ah that’s too bad! Though too much snow can be annoying.
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Haha. I could imagine being snowed in the morning and digging myself out.. Well, snow has its pros and its cons. 🙂
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