Snow

As a young boy, I loved so much walking in a snow storm.

 

The world’s gone deaf.

Adrift in a sea of white.

A blinding sea.

There is nothing near.

Nothing save that which is distant.

Falling.

Whispering thorough the old oaks.

Falling.

My feet push through the crust.

Crisp is the day’s air.

Crisp and cold.

Ever so briefly.

Sliding from the trees.

Some loses its battle with gravity.

Only to be hushed by the blanketed earth.

The world’s gone deaf.

I see nothing but white.

And the gray of the sky.

Flakes fall to the ends of the earth.

The world has gone white.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Ohhhh this is beautiful.. i can see what you were writing about... you've created a picture in words.

So many lovely phrases:

'Whispering thorough the old oaks.' oh yes, that is so real.....

'Only to be hushed by the blanketed earth.' - what a wonderful way to express that very true fact..

And the final two lines are like a frame to the rest of the poem, perfect.. absolutely.

Thank you for sharing such fine, fine work, Paul

[Deandra Dawn]

Amazing, a perfect picture described with your words. Sadness and realization coming together.

[Justin Tobey]

Beautiful! Your amazing use of sensory details brings the wintery scene to life with the softly falling flakes and crunching white blanket. It's interesting to me that each line is a short sentence, but the poem doesn't feel fragmented or awkward. It flows smoothly, each image complimenting the next.

[angelina neves]

wounderful paint!

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Ooh, this is beautiful. Wonderful imagery and I really enjoyed it. Great work!!!

Heather

[Antony]

An excellent piece Paul, deaf and white is exactly how a snow storm feels, we can hear nothing, but the howling wind and can only feel the bitter coldness of a frozen blanket of white.
You have painted a lovely scene, I can see it so clearly on your page. I'm glad I stopped by to read your work.

Antony